The Objection Of My Affection Novels & Stories

My cheeks burned, and I felt so much anger inside me. "I'm not going back with you. Besides, I'm a person; I'm not an object. You've treated me like trash for three years, and now you can't let me go. Don't tell me you've suddenly fallen in love with me now that you know that you can't have me. Is this how trash feels when they know that whatever they were planning for before couldn't be theirs anymore? Do you think I'm just going to fall for you now that you've already shown your true colors?" she replied.

She jerked off my arm. “Are you angry because I am not having sex with you?” I asked with a nervous gulp. “You wanted me, so why did you stop? You touched yourself…” “Yes, I did because I wanted to devour you, but when I came close to you, I just felt that you were forcing yourself to do it with me. Maybe that is why you said that I shouldn’t care, but the truth is I love you even more than I lust for you… so I care even when you ask me not to. Amoris, your eyes are my biggest turn on and also my biggest turn off. And today… I only see pain in them. What is going on with you? Speak to me.”

His obsession, his possessiveness has ruined every good thing we could have had. "I own you. Meera Abram Oberoi, don't ever forget that". The sweet abram never existed, he was and is a bad person. He never cared for me. I am just an object that he likes to control. He will never respect me, he will never ask for my consent. And he will never love me. He cannnot love me. "I wish I knew how to unlove you". He smashed his lips upon mine and bit down on my lowe lip, I could feel blood oozing out. But it didn't hurt. Because the hurt in my heart is more painful.

His silence hurt more than any words could. “Lara… I can’t accept your love. Even if I want to, I can’t.” I stumbled back, shaking my head, refusing to believe it. My chest ached as though someone had stabbed me straight through. “You’re lying,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You don’t mean that. You’re just trying to push me away. Don’t pretend you don’t feel what I feel!” Aiden’s jaw tightened. His fists clenched at his sides as though he was holding himself back from reaching for me again. “Lara, listen to me—”

I ask. “Yes.” “Even after what Death said?” Her eyes flicker briefly toward where Death stands silent. “Yes.” I turn toward Death. “Answer me clearly,” I demand. “Was her affection for me part of the design?” Death does not hesitate. “No.” “Not even indirectly?” “No.” “Not through proximity? Not through engineered encounters?” “Encounters were probable. Emotion was not.” I stare hard. “You are certain?” “Yes.” Nova’s voice softens. “You see? Even Death cannot control the heart.”

It's probably his own. "Don't mistake this for affection" He says coldly and I turn to look at him. "What?" "Don't mistake all these for affection. I'm only doing my duty. Your presence disgusts me. I only agreed to marry you cause I felt pity for you. Just understand that I would never have any romantic feelings towards you and for your own good. Don't think of falling for me" His voice is cold, hard. Void of any emotion as he tells me this. I'm still that pitiful girl who lost her parents at the age of eight. The girl everyone stares at with pity because she is now an orphan and they are forced to help her because they feel pity for her.

He didn't look angry; if anything, a faint, cold amusement touched the very corners of his mouth. "You speak as though touching you would be a chore, Emma," he said softly, his voice dropping an octave. "I speak as a woman who just buried four years of romantic delusion," I replied without a second of hesitation. "Love made me weak. It made me ignore the sight of my husband's car in my best friend's driveway. It made me sign away my father's legacy on a hospital tray. I am done with affection. I want results." Daniel looked down at my hands, resting firmly on his desk, and then brought his eyes back to mine.

His words made her felt like the ground slipping away from under her feet. "No I don't love you. The feeling which are having is not love it's rather obsession. If you really love me then you would have considered my happiness let me be with my husband who makes me because I love my husband. I can't live without him. I don't have neither any feelings nor emotions for you. You are changing the meaning of love. Love can't be forced but You are doing the same thing and trying to prove yourself better than him. Don't you dare to compare yourself with my Karthik. I don't want have any interest in knowing about your love or obsession whatever you name it. Last thing i won't marry you" she said pu

"And when they're not?" "Then you don't owe me anything, and I don't owe you anything." Flat. No cruelty in it, which somehow made it worse. "Don't expect affection, Seraphine. Don't expect trust. I'm not capable of either, and I'd rather you know that now." My throat had gone tight in a way I refused to let show. "Convenient. Tell a woman you're incapable of feeling anything right before you marry her." "I'm not interested in romance."

Not in a way that made me feel like I mattered. It’s foolish. Irrational. Dangerous, even. But as I start toward her, a strange warmth spreads through my chest. And worse than the warmth... affection. A word I don’t allow myself to entertain. But it’s there, nestled like a stubborn flame refusing to die out in the storm. I hate it. And I crave it. *** Selene’s POV