Indifference. (#Watty's2016)

Indifference. (#Watty's2016)

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Have you ever pondered over the opposite of winning? What is it? Losing? Isn't it? Theoretically yes. But logically? No. The one who comes first is a winner because he is winning but what about that one who comes second? He is also a winner from the third. What about the third one? He also won from the fourth one.... And the cycle goes up until the one who was last. Because finally he is the loser and he is losing. So logically opposite of winning is not losing its 'not winning'. Just like like that what is the opposite of love. Its a thing to ponder over. Isn't it? Just for your information, theoretically opposite of love is hate but I beg to differ. Just because you don't love someone doesn't mean you hate them. Does it? Well the smart ones know the answer to my question. So what is it? What is the logical opposite of love? Well that is hidden in this story for you to read and find out. The story of Kayra Emerson and the opposite of love. ;)
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It started with a moan behind closed doors. It ended with her blindfolded, wrecked, and begging for more. Aria was the quiet assistant. The good girl. Until the night Roman Hayes caught her touching herself - not to porn, not to fantasy... but to the sound of her boss fucking someone else. He didn't fire her. He offered her a choice: Enter his world. No strings. No shame. No one can know. Now she's crawling through velvet hallways in stilettos, learning what it means to be owned, worshipped, and ruined by a man who swore he'd never love again. She calls him Sir - but nothing feels casual about the way he touches her. Nothing feels safe about how fast she's falling. He said it was just an arrangement. She said she could handle it. But obsession doesn't play by the rules. And when softness ruins a man like Roman... there's no going back.

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