Unconditional Love Story Novels & Stories

Angelina's POV - It's the season of winter and snowfall isn't a exception. I actually love snowfall but sometimes I also hate it, like now because I have to clear all the snow from the front door. This is the story of every winter where my parents never help me out, its just that they order me to clean it up.

I sighed, looking out the window, and observing the moving cars. "So?" I was still looking outside. I didn't know what to say, I didn't think that was the first thing she was going to ask. I was torn between saying "Mum, I was just playing tricks with you" and "Mum, I don't want to get married" I didn't know what to do. How could I tell her that I wasn't interested in love, neither did I believe in it? How could I tell her that the marriage between her and my estranged dad was what made me promise myself not to get married?

Everything was fine but nothing was good. My daughter despite being her father lives with someone else. Zoya and Sameer Bhai helped me to raise my daughter or else I don't know how I would give my daughter a mother's love. Because of my wife, one lie. I lost my first love, my wife. she was suffering from a blood clot still she hid her pregnancy news and at last because of complications I lost her. My wife left us alone. . Time Flies .

A bond that strengthened through trials and tribulations. A love that laughed at impossibilities. Uthando's laughter echoed, a promise of a brighter tomorrow. Their illicit love story became a legend. A testament to love's transformative power. A reminder that true love conquers all. *Love is love, even if it is illicit Like light remains light, even in the darkness* - - - THE END “Dear beloved readers,

“We were together for 5 goddamn years and we have lived together for 4 of them, I did your laundry paid your bills and you couldn’t even give me a heads up before you humped her in the back of the car that I paid the EMI for” “See I have no time for this crap, I have a news story. Do you wanna report it or not?” “What’s the story?” “You know that secret club that breaks off couples?” “It’s not a club it’s an agency that helps you get over breakups or helps you to UNlove someone, I did a story on them, remember?” “Ya, the UN-Love agency or whatever, one of their members has been exposed” “How do you know they are part of the agency none of their members ever reveal their identity”

He got up from his chair and walked over to a small silver tray near the bookcase, where he poured two glasses. Placing one of the cups in front of James, he gave a slight smile of understanding. "Allow me to share a little of my story with you, James. I got married very young, in an arranged marriage. At the time, I had no choice, but over the years, I met a woman.... Ah, she was beautiful and full of personality. I fell in love with her the very instant I saw her, but I was already married. However, that love lasted throughout my life."

In her place was a woman who had survived, grown, and learned that love was never about possession, control, or fear. We had gone from enemies to toxic lovers, from betrayal to heartbreak, from escape to cautious reunion, and finally, to a love that was safe, respectful, and enduring. We had learned that love could be messy and painful—but worth every step if both hearts were willing to grow. As I looked at him—my husband, my partner, the father of my children—I smiled and whispered, more to myself than to him: This time, it’s real. This time, it’s ours.

Adrian’s hand in hers, the warmth of his body near her own, and the sincerity in his eyes told her everything she needed to know: love wasn’t just a story anymore. It was life. And for the first time in her life, Amara believed in it completely. This was her story now—one that had no rules, no contracts, no pretending. Just love, unfiltered, unrestrained, and finally hers. And in that, she knew, the ending was just the beginning. END

Thanks to that, I could initiate my plan. I never loved Julian. It has nothing to do with him, but my heart already belongs to another and for him, I am going to such lengths to get him what is rightfully his. Julian is a nice guy. He is a passionate lover and knows how to treat a lady. I will give him that. But unfortunately, he fell for the wrong woman.

"Wedding countdown: two days. I finally understand. People must learn to love themselves first. It's not that I'm unworthy of love, but that you are unworthy of me. There was never anything wrong with me." "Wedding countdown: one day. This time may have seemed like a chance for you, but really, it was for me. To make sure I wouldn't leave with any regrets, I watched you closely. I watched how you hurt me, how you lived with it so easily, until finally, I looked at you and felt nothing. No love, no pain, just disgust. It's over, Christopher. I'm done." Then, I packed my bags and turned off my phone.