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An Untrue Love Story
I'm not particularly attractive, handsome, or wealthy. So, no matter how much I love someone and tell her so, she will not love me or marry me.
Right?
For a woman, how the man treats her is more important than how much he loves her.
Because it’s the action that counts, not the words.
So, if he can’t treat her as per the traditional norms, that means he is not fit for her. His love is not true. He is incapable of bringing happiness into her world.
That’s so sad. It’s sad for the girl. She dreamed big. She wanted the best for her. Why would she settle for the bare minimum?
Why did someone fall in love with her if he couldn’t follow the social rituals of her culture? If he is not rich or handsome, then why love a girl at all?
Shouldn’t he know that love is NOT the most powerful thing—money is? Money can throw a cool party; money can buy a gorgeous dress; what can love do?
A BIG FUCKING NOTHING.
Love is a HARAMZADA (bastard) that is the result of a forbidden relationship and should die as an infant.
So fuck love, fuck relationships.
A real lover is someone who can celebrate their togetherness in public.
Oh, what a pity; he should pity himself because he thought his love was divine, but his love is HARAMZADA.
He couldn't prove himself worthy of love or of being with her for the rest of his life. He failed miserably.
He failed to understand what a woman really wants or what it actually takes for a woman to feel loved.
He is crying on his knees. He has lost his love.
What a pitiful, untrue love story.
