Dear Love I Know it Hurts

Dear Love, I Know It Hurts… Pranay Raj NOTION PRESS NOTION PRESS India. Singapore. Malaysia. ISBN xxx-x-xxxxx-xx-x This book has been published with all reasonable efforts taken to make the material error-free after the consent of the author. No part of this book shall be used, reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. The Author of this book is solely responsible and liable for its content including but not limited to the views, representations, descriptions, statements, information, opinions and references [“Content”]. The Content of this book shall not constitute or be construed or deemed to reflect the opinion or expression of the Publisher or Editor. 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Huge thanks for my friends and well-wishers who patiently gave me their opinions about my writing, which had helped me a lot, and gave me courage to move forward with this book. A special thanks to my editor Jean Paul, who helped and corrected, few silly grammatical errors with lots of patience and without a shadow of hesitation. Last, but not the least, a huge thanks, to all of my best-friends, who had sustained with me, throughout this journey with enthusiasm and a whole lot of patience, by sharing few of their ideas which have helped me a lot. Thanks Idiots. I would also like to thank the whole team of Notion Press Publishing for providing a platform to publish this book without any hazel, by delivering the promised results. - They say Love Hurts, but does it? Prologue Surprise!! “First Love hurts right?” I asked. “Love, in itself hurts, be it the first, second, third or the nth” my best friend replied. “Why do you think so?” I asked her again. “That’s because my dear, once a great man said, there’s no true love, without true pain,” she replied. *** Do you remember your first love? The first time you fell for someone? Not for their beauty though, although they may be as beautiful as a Daisy, or perhaps like the morning star, but falling for their true self, their true image. How did it feel? I am sure it was beautiful as though you’ve been taken into a place filled with rosebuds and lavender scent filling your heart, soul and eventually your whole being. You see, that’s the beauty about First Love, it always ignites, a kind of energy within you, an energy that is hidden somewhere deep within the roots of your heart, all it takes for it to burst forth is the right pair of heart to connect with, and once it happens it’s like as though you’ve been born again with a new heart to love and to be loved. But the question here is, are you willing? Are you willing to love? Or I should say are you willing to be loved? Or is should say are you willing to be loved again, like you have been loved the first time? *** It was the mid-summer with the scorching sun, spreading his wide wings across the horizons of the deep blue skies, the clouds floating like cotton candies far above this chaos of the earth; Stacy took a break from her work(it was a much needed one), the last project we’ve done was a clutter( I mean there was too much of stress, but yeah we’ve chosen this job and we need to strive, there’s no other choice); however, we had completed it successfully( the client was happy though), and that’s it, we decided to take a pause, at least for a few days. Stacy and I graduated from the same college and work in the same company (unfortunately, psst), despite being opposite of each other we are the best of friends (opposites attract!), and yeah we aren’t couples(Hey! You guys are dating? Nah man! We are just friends! I’m fed up of explaining it to each and every one, why don’t you guys understand! hmm). We sat on the couch in Stacy’s living room; the hot breeze from the windows, wrapping our skin. After the work we had done recently in the office, as I’ve already said (and now with a total conviction we’ve decided) that we need a pause and go on some vacation at least for a couple of days (perhaps a week or so, maybe a road-trip or such). “So, where shall we go?” I asked munching the cookies that Stacy had placed upon the table. “Wherever peaceful,” Stacy said her chocolate eyes glued to the laptop screen and her long fingers slowly pulling her hair behind her ear, which made her look attractive and that baby like face, immersed in innocence, depicting her as some princess. “Do you have anything in mind?” I asked. “I don’t know Kevin, you decide something. I badly wanna come out of that robot factory at least for a couple of days,” Stacy said referring to the organization we work for. “Yeah me too,” I said bursting out a chuckle. The notification tone from