So remember how I was asking for help dealing with my epic TBR pileearlier in the week? Well, while I was culling some books, I plucked this one off my shelf and read the back. It sounded funny, and I was in the mood for that, so I figured I'd give it a try. I guarantee this book has been on my shelf for at least three years. A while back I bought two "grab bag" boxes of romances from the used book store, and this was one of those in the mix.

And see, this is EXACTLY why I have trouble getting rid of TBR books even when they've been languishing on my shelves for years. Because I KNOW that there are some gems on those shelves and I don't want to miss out on them. (Yes, I have major FOMO over books.) But anyway, Sex, Lies, and Online Dating by Rachel Gibson proved the point and will now make me even more paranoid about donating books I haven't read.

So, let's get to the book. First, the back cover summary, which has a bit more of a chick-litty feel than the actual book, so take that with a grain of salt:

Sex . . .

What is it about men anyway? Bad cars, bad jobs, even bad teeth�nothing convinces them that they can't snare a Size Two Babe with a D-cup chest. And after way too many internet dates with men named "luvstick" and "bigdaddy182," Lucy Rothschild should know.

Lies . . .

But sitting across from her now is "hardluvnman," and he seems different�sensitive, honest, and hot! He says he's a plumber, while Lucy claims she's a nurse! She's really a mystery writer, dating online while researching her next book. Hey, everyone lies a little, don't they?

And Online Dating . . .

But Quinn's really an undercover cop hunting down a serial killer, and he sees Lucy as his top suspect. And while he could really go for this smart, sexy woman with the killer bod�if that's the only thing "killer" about her�he knows he needs to wine and dine her and discover the truth. Hey, he realizes the dating scene can be deadly�but this is ridiculous!

Okay, so first, this is a series following four writer friends, each getting their own book. Obviously, I'm a writer, and I have a group of writer friends who I'm very close to. So this was ridiculously relatable. Almost freakishly so at points, lol. I actually texted my friend Dawn mid-read and was like--go get this book right now.

But besides that, why did I love it? Well, this story is funny and sexy with a great voice (and I'm a junkie for a good voice.) Plus, after picking up a few books lately that I couldn't get into and worrying that it was me or my mood, this one instantly hooked me. Now, fair warning, some of the references are outdated since I think this was released in the mid-2000s. (Hero wears button fly jeans which made me snicker. And there are lots of references to high end brands, which makes me think of Sex in the City chick lit.) But it wasn't a distracting amount of dated stuff. Also, this has a suspense element to it, but it's very solidly contemporary romance. The focus is on the couple and their developing relationship.

I'm not going to go into a detailed plot synopsis because you can get the gist in the back cover summary, but the reason I'm recommending it is because it's hard to find books that pull off humor well, while still being romantic and sexy. This one does. I laughed aloud multiple times and still got the payoff of a great, sexy romance. If you're looking for a lot of angst and emotional backstory, this is not the one for you. But sometimes it's nice to read something light-hearted and fun with characters who could be your friends.

Now I'm going to have to track down the remaining books in the series and add MORE to my TBR pile. It's an endless cycle, people.

Mermaid Love Story

Mermaid Love Story

Ariel is a mermaid , her 16 -year -old who is very interested in the human world . His hobby is collecting items from the shipwreck man with his best friend , Flounder . His father , King Triton , considers dangerous human world . The King often prohibit and scolding Ariel toying with the human world for fear of being caught by the hook Ariel humans . King Triton loves Ariel , youngest daughter . Ariel also had a friend , Scuttle , the seagull bird she is often questioned by Ariel about human goods . Ariel has a very beautiful voice , he just lazy practice . Sebastian ( the crab ) be a faithful friend Ariel .

One time , Ariel saw ship - skelter because of the storm . There is someone who falls off the boat and drowning . Ariel rush to save man . He is Prince Eric . Ariel sing a song because he fell in love with Eric and Eric was still unconscious before Ariel back into the sea . In the dream , there was a woman who saved Eric and bernanyi , Eric fell in love with her .

Ariel realized she would not be able to live with Eric , if he continues to be a mermaid . Ariel then meet Ursula , the sea witch . They negotiate and obtain end , Ariel and Ursula got legs get Ariel's voice . Condition is Ariel to kiss Eric before sunset on the third day for men can be forever and if it fails , Ariel will go back into a mermaid without noise .

The next morning , Ariel washed up on the beach and found the royal guard Eric . They bring Ariel into the kingdom . Ariel establish a good relationship with Eric , including eating together , city streets and paddle boat together . When they almost kiss , pet eel Ursula dropped their boat . Ursula also transform itself into a beautiful girl with the voice of Ariel , named Vanessa . But Ariel mute that saves Eric because he did not swim .

The next night , Eric has decided to forgo her voice and loves Ariel Ariel silent . But , Ursula did not remain silent , he returned disguised as Vanessa . Eric was enchanted . The next day , Vanessa asks Eric to marry . Eric agreed .

Ariel is very sad . Scuttle know that Vanessa is Ursula in disguise . Ariel and her friends tried to prevent the marriage . Max , the dog Eric , breaking shells containing Ariel's voice is used Ursula . Eric also realized that he was bewitched by Ursula and Ariel was able to speak again . " Vanessa is Ursula . " Cried Ariel .

Ursula is furious , fascinating sea to Ariel . The sun nearly set and the time is running out . Ursula also brought Eric to the seabed , because Ursula knew Ariel would save him . Sunsets and Ariel back into a mermaid . Triton and helps Ariel came in the face of Ursula . Akhrinya Ursula was defeated .

Triton realizes that her daughter really loves Eric . Ariel was transformed into a human being again . They were married on the ship while sailing . The mermaid dared to come to the surface ocean to celebrate the wedding of Ariel .

I Met Him on the Stairs

I Met Him on the Stairs - I met him on the stairs. I should have waited longer. At first I thought that maybe he hadn�t seen me. He was at the turn of the second floor landing, his hand on the heavy swing door that separated the stairs from the lobby. The lift doors could just be seen through the gap that he had made. Beyond, was his flat. I didn�t want to think of that.


He appeared distracted, his eyes fixed on something I could not see, his head to one side. He looked like he might have been in the process of either coming in or going out. He was waiting for me, of course, but I wasn�t to know that.


The suddenness with which I stopped, along with the rush of adrenalin that caused my stomach to clench, threatened to unbalance me.



He let the door swing back with a bang. I jumped. To retrace my steps was pointless � he already knew that I was there and anyhow, where could I go? It was already past six and mum would do her nut if I was late for dinner again. Strands of part- dried hair snagged inside my sports shirt. I let them be.
�Did you say anything?� The baldness of the question took me by surprise.
�No.�
�Where have you been?�
�Swimming club.�
�Thought so,� eyes flicking to my hair.
I only had one more flight to climb. Shifting my bag higher onto my shoulder, I started forward again past the turn of the stairs where he was standing. The barrier of his arm was sudden � hard against my belly.
Spindles of light from the landing window cast zebra stripes across his face. I couldn�t read his expression.
�Are you sure you didn�t tell?�
�I told you, no!� I was angry with the tears that were pricking my eyes.
Distant street sounds teased through the half open fan light above our heads. The squeak of a wheelie bin and the bump it made as it mounted the curb.
I pushed forward and felt his arm brace. He grabbed my wrist - the pulse beating out a ragged rhythm where his thumb pressed hard into the soft flesh.
�Come over later,� he muttered, hot breath close to my ear.
�I can�t. I have homework.�
His grip slackened. The forefinger of his other hand traced the curve of my jaw coming to rest on the still damp aertex at the base of my throat.
�Come over later.�
He knew. Today would be no different.
�Yes.�
I Met Him on the Stairs By: adriana
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To Whom it May Concern

To Whom it May Concern - My name is Sleeping Beauty. Yes I am the Sleeping Beauty they wrote about. What they didn�t tell you was that my real name was Edna. I hear you gasp in horror! Its ok, I don�t like it either. I don�t think it�s a name for a princess. I got stuck with the name Sleeping Beauty when I turned 16 years old. Yes I look like her. Well I am her, the only difference is, I have long black hair and the one they drew had golden brown hair, they got the rest right though; pale complexion, quite tall and skinny, but not unhealthy skinny, I hope! The sleeping bit happened by accident not from a prick on a finger and certainly not from a witches spell. In no way has my life been magical with witches and fairies. As for the kiss and living happily ever after, I will come to that later. I would like to tell you how it really was, the truth, not sweetened up.

Firstly, I must tell you my mother and father, were the king and queen of the land. We did live in a beautiful castle. I did like living in a castle to a certain extent, it was fantastic for parties. But for three people and just day to day living, it seemed empty and cold. Parties brought the warmth and life into the castle. Anyway, due to my father�s financial interests and short sightedness. His reign and the castle were in trouble.
My father trusted only one man when it came to financial matters and his name was Fredrick. My father and Fredrick grew up together and he had become a very close family friend. �What is wrong Fredrick?� my mother asked, as she saw him walking into the great hall. �The king has stopped listening. He�s always angry. What�s happened to him?� Fredrick asked softly as he held my mother�s hand. �Fredrick, he doesn�t listen to anybody anymore. He has shut me and Sleeping Beauty out too. I thought that if he was at least listening to you everything would be ok. But now I don�t know what to do.� My mother feeling helpless burst into tears and Fredrick comforted her. �I will try and get through to him, my dear.� Fredrick said concerned for my mother.
But Fredrick couldn�t get through to him. My father got so consumed in his problems, to the point where my mother and I hardly ever saw him. When we did see him it was always on his way out. �Not now!� He would shout and this had become two words my mother and I would hear very often, if not all the time.
Eventually my father admitted he was in trouble. I only know this because I overheard my mother talking to my father.
�You weren�t to know George.� George was my father�s real name.
�Fredrick tried to tell me. I thought I knew it all. We could lose our reign and the castle.�
�Fredrick will sort it out.� My mother said trying to console my father.
�I�m so sorry.� My father then broke down and sobbed.
I didn�t realise grownups could cry, until that day. I think my father would have been mortified if he had seen me watching and listening to everything.
Fredrick and my father started to sort out the financial mess. I had to say goodbye to a lot of people who had looked after me from the day I was born. We had a lot of staff in the castle but not anymore. My mother decided to take me to my grandmothers while father was busy. Due to not having any chauffeurs my mother had to take some refresher courses in driving as she hadn�t driven for years. Once she had her confidence back we packed our bags and off we went.
This is how I really became known as Sleeping Beauty. My Mum was driving along the motorway and we were both singing songs, as you do on long journeys. Suddenly a lorry pulled out in front of us. Well, of course my mum had to slam on the brakes. We started to skid and BANG!
Do you believe in ghosts?
Well I didn�t until that day. I saw my mum; she was badly injured but conscious. Me, well I didn�t look that good and I was out for the count. My mum tried to wake me by shouting out to me, as she couldn�t move.
How do I know all this, I hear you ask?
Well believe it or not I was able to observe me and my mum. It freaked me out at first, until I saw my mum calling out for me. Tears were streaming down her face, hysterical because I wouldn�t wake up. That freaked me out more. I did try to call out to her but she couldn�t hear nor see me.
However a big crowd of people gathered around me and my mum. �Call the ambulance!� somebody yelled. It took them a while to realise who we were and then suddenly everything got chaotic. All I could hear were people gasping and saying �It�s the queen and her daughter!� Somebody else shouted right in my ear, �Call the Fire brigade.� I know I may have looked dead, but if I am going �up there� I don�t want to be deaf as well.
My mum had to be cut out of the car, as her legs were stuck. They got me to hospital first. The Doctors told my mum and dad that I was in a coma. I was obviously hovering between life and death, because the people �up there� couldn�t decide whether to take me or to leave me living. So until they made up their mind I hovered. I would have loved to have been there for that discussion. I wonder how they make a decision like that.
It was a strange experience, looking at myself, completely lifeless and my mum and dad at my bedside, talking to me and every now and then bursting into tears. You don�t realise how much two people love you and you love them until something like this happens. I broke into tears a few times. I did miss them so much, not being able to talk to them and get a hug. It hurt so much.
He came while I was asleep. My mother and father had gone home to have some rest. I didn�t know he knew where I was. My mother and father call him a peasant boy; they can be quite old fashioned when they want to be. He was an ex-gardener and had worked in the Palace gardens. We used to meet three times a week and talk about our weekly events. Sometimes he would read poetry to me and occasionally he would surprise me with a poem that he had written just for me. Our eyes would meet after, and we would both look away quickly, too nervous to take it any further. I knew he liked me and I liked him. I have met many princes, but none have made me feel the way he does. My heart races with excitement when I know it�s our day to meet. My breath catches when I get my first glimpse of him. When we meet, I feel myself blush and I have to look away, embarrassed. When he left my bedside, I woke up. The doctors and Nurses rang my parents immediately. My mother and father cried with joy, but I was in a daze, not sure of what was happening.
The doctor came to check on me and told us of this man who came to see me. I knew who he was immediately. The doctor described him as a tall, slender man, with well-groomed brown hair and deep blue eyes. He was wearing his work overalls. My mother and father were surprised and asked me why I had never mentioned him before.
�I didn�t want my heart broken.� I replied. I always thought they would not approve of him. I was wrong.
This is my true life story without the sugar.


My parents are happier now they are not king and queen anymore (another story for another day) and I live with my wonderful gardener. I would say that the happy ever after bit is true! (To Whom it May Concern: adriana

Hope Can Sometimes Come In Small Packages

Hope Can Sometimes Come In Small Packages - �Close the gate Bob, that�s the last of the stragglers�. The slamming of a prison gate never failed to make me jump no matter how many times I heard it. Why was it they put your nearest and dearest in the farthest prisons they could find? Isle of Wight was where they puthim. I swore under my breath, I hate this place, stinking, dirty place. And the fact that it took over four hours to get here has not endeared me to it at all.


I had to pick up the coach from Victoria Station, so early in the morning I don�t think the birds were up � just an eerie silence as dark night changed into daylight. Travelling to the Isle of Wight Prison you just know who is going to the prison and who isn�t, you can even tell who is working there. Some of them have that smug look; you know the one; there but for the grace of God go I. I always wanted to smack that look right off their smug little faces. But it wouldn�t help me or my Dad and anyway what�s done is done.

Yes my Dad, or Pater, as he jokingly liked to be called might soon be helping out her Majesty with a bit of sewing, again. Yes he is banged up again, on remand I know, but not once has he not been sentenced when he has been caught. The old lag. For what you might ask? For being stupid enough to think he could fence a diamond. I don�t know who was stupider him or the person who trusted him.

�Have your ID ready please�. The guard was nice enough, looked quite young though, admittedly he didn�t look much older than my Darren. I smothered a smile as I showed him my ID, there was no need for a Visiting Order this time. I wouldn�t need it unless Dad was convicted.

My stomach tightened as I walked past the wardens, why was it I always felt guilty when I hadn�t done anything. Perhaps it comes from being around too many guilty people. I didn�t want to be searched, not even a little bit, but I knew that it was to be expected. I looked around the visiting area � people of every description and walk of life. No favourites in prison, everyone gets treated the same on visiting day. There in the corner with a huge grin on his face was my Dad.

�Hello Mel darling�, he said waving frantically, �over here�. As if I hadn�t seen him! Gosh he really knows how to embarrass me.

�Hello love,� my Dad said giving me one of his huge dad-like hugs, �how�s your mum and the kids�.

Dad always called them the kids even though Sally was 12 and our Steven nearly 14. Me, I was just 16 but felt and looked so much older; worry does that to you.

�Fine Dad�. I looked at him and smiled, prison never did change my dad. He had been in so many times most of the prison staff knew him and as well as some of the prisoners who were doing a long stretch.

My Dad bent his head conspiratorially towards me �Mel, I�ve got something to tell you. Promise you won�t tell anyone? Promise me Mel.� I raised my eyebrows, my dad was one of the biggest jokers I knew and this time wasn�t any different. �Mel, I stole a Jammy Dodger from one of the prison guards�, he spluttered. His raucous and infectious laugh carried around the room raising a smile on some of the more despondent faces. �That�s better, I�m not dead love and no-one is going to hang me love. Don�t worry.�

I got up quickly not daring myself to speak to him. �I�ll get some teas in�, I muttered. Dad was still laughing to himself when I got back.

I glared at him �Dad, when will you stop treating life as one big joke. I do worry about you. I worry about mum, the kids. How is she going to cope this time? You know she�s pregnant again. Don�t you ever think of anyone but yourself?�

His face fell and I felt like the consultant who had just informed someone that they had terminal cancer and that there was nothing anyone could about it. And worse still they only had months to live. �Dad, dad� I said gently. �How is mum going to cope?

He sighed and I saw his huge loveable face look crestfallen. I thought he was going to cry. �I did it for mum love. You know she�s my life, my everything. I thought this time it would all work out but someone grassed me up�

�Grassed you up Dad, what do you mean?� To grass someone up, to tell the old bill was not something anyone I knew would do. It was actually like putting a nail in your own coffin. Sooner or later someone would get you, well you couldn�t be trusted.

�This whole thing was arranged by your uncle Jimmy. All I had to do was to pick up the diamond from this lad Darren� I stopped stirring the tea I had been absentmindedly playing with since I arrived.

�Yeh, go on� I encouraged.

�Yeh, this lad Darren, who�d stolen the diamond, was supposed to give me the all clear when I could take the diamond to your Uncle Jimmy�s pawn shop. But it was a set up. The police had been tipped off and were waiting for me. Obviously your Uncle Jimmy denied everything and they have nothing to pin on him. Me, I had the bleeding diamond in my pocket. So there I was banged to rights�.

�Dad, I�ve never heard you mention a Darren before. Have I met him?� I had never been interested in what tomfoolery my dad had got up to before. If my dad noticed that I was asking questions he didn�t say.

�No love you haven�t. He�s�� Dad went on to describe my Darren in great detail. His looks, his walk, the way he spoke everything. I suppose when you are cooped up in prison 24 hours a day you have nothing else to do but think.

�Mmm I see�. And I could see all too clearly. A few months ago I had told Darren that my father had said that I was too young to marry. And as for emigrating, well Dad was having none of it. All his children were born and bred in this country and they would all die in this country. So Dad never did meet Darren, �No point� he said �in raising the boy�s hopes.� Darren had been fuming; I had never seen him so mad. OK there was the time when he got into a fight with a young lad at our local who Darren had said had been giving me the eye all night. I hadn�t noticed myself, but I did notice Darren getting drunker and drunker and more leery. Three weeks later Darren saw the lad again and his mates had to drag him off the poor lad. So I knew Darren had a temper and I knew he didn�t forget easily.

�Dad�, I faltered. �How long do you think you�ll get if you go down?�

�It�s hard to tell Mel, but the bloke who did the burglary got a bit heavy handed and the home-owner ended up with a fractured skull. The police know this isn�t my form, they know I don�t do violence. But they have to solve the crime and I fit the bill. Well and truly fitted. Of course they asked me for names, but I can�t do that can I? Never been a grass and never will be.

Even though I didn�t know Darren was going to do a job I remember the night well. I had asked Darren if it was OK if I came round to his. He said yes that would be great. He did my favourite supper and at about 10.00pm said he was tired so he was going up to bed. I must have dozed on the sofa because the next thing Darren was waking me up, bleary eyed I noticed it was about 12.30am. Darren looked as if he had been running and he had changed his clothes. I didn�t say anything to him � he had been in a funny mood all night and I didn�t want to spoil things. I knew something wasn�t right when the police came asking questions. They asked me if Darren had been with me all night and because I love Darren I said yes. But deep down I knew he hadn�t been. Never for one moment did I think my dad was mixed up in this as well. My mouth felt dry, I couldn�t face another drop of tea, I felt I would choke. I ran my tongue around my lips and mouth to give them a well needed moistening.

I didn�t know what to say. My mind was in turmoil. What was I going to do? I could shop Darren and it could mean that my dad received a lesser sentence for only receiving stolen property. But it would also mean that I would lose the love of my life. And if Darren wasn�t convicted and he found out I had shopped him. What would it mean for me...no that�s nonsense. Darren loves me and I know he wouldn�t hurt me but a grass is a grass, and as I said where I come from it�s just done.

I looked up at my dad, a man I truly loved for all his faults and ways. He wasn�t a bad man, stupid sometimes but not bad. How could I let him rot in prison?

�Cheer up Mel; it�s not the end of the world. Look that woman�s bought in her baby to see its dad. See there�s still hope�

I didn�t have the heart to correct my dad. The baby was either a boy or a girl not an it. Mm that�s it. I wouldn�t tell dad about Darren, I wouldn�t tell Darren that I knew about his involvement in the burglary. I�d accept his proposal of marriage and emigrate to wherever he wanted to go. Then I could give Dad his hope. Grandchildren. Dad was going to be in for a very long stretch and I knew that I would need all that time and more for him to forgive me for leaving mum and the kids on their own. Not to mention leaving the country.

Now how was I going to convince Darren that he needed to change his appearance and possibly his name?




Hope Can Sometimes Come In Small Packages By : adriana

SILENT LOVE

Once, there was a couple who love very much each other. From the very Begining, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background & that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.


Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"

As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that & the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.

After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"

The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in & agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.

The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails & phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.

One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice......

The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.

During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. & not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.

With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions & millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....

The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything & be happy.

With a new environment, the girl learn sign language & started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came & told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.

A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.

When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.

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I Would Do It for Love
Once upon a time in a far away land, lived two families called the Darlan family and the Meissner family. The Darlan family had a daughter named Naya, while the Meissner family had a son named Arman. Naya and Arman had been friends since childhood and had lived in the country side for sixteen years of their life.
Unfortunately, one day, the Darlan family was called upon by the king as the family's men were very fine blacksmiths. The Darlan family had to move to the town because of the Kings demand. So Naya and Arman for the first time said goodbye to each other. Secretly, Arman vowed to work hard so that he could also work in town and finally meet Naya again.
Two years later, Arman had mastered some skills he thought he could put in good use in the town. Fulfilling his promise, he traveled to town and started to search for Naya. It was not a hard task, Naya's father had been granted the title of Duke by the King! Hurriedly, he visited Naya's own castle, but to his dismay, Naya did not want to meet him. "Maybe she is busy," he said to himself.
His determination to meet Naya did not waver, Arman found work as a builder in town. Each day, after work he would visit Naya's castle, but each day Naya refused to meet him. A few weeks passed by, Arman became sick, sick because he could not meet the childhood friend he so dearly loved. He had abandoned his work, making his friends he made at the working place concerned.
"Go and meet him once again Arman! Maybe this time you will be in luck!" said one.
"No. Maybe I was putting too much hope for her to love me. After all, we were just childhood friends."
His friends decided to visit Naya's castle themselves, to tell her that Arman his childhood friend, who fell in love with her is in an ill state. To their surprise, Naya agreed to meet them and heared that Arman was sick.
"Tell him to go to the forest and find a wooden house," said Naya.
"And after that? What should he do my Lady?" asked one of Arman's friend.
"He will find the answer once he finds the house," answered Naya mysteriously.
The friends came back to Arman and told him about the happy news. Arman suddenly stood up from his bed and felt refreshed as though nothing has happened before.
The next day Arman journeyed to the forest and found the wooden house Naya had mentioned. An old lady, with hideous boils on her face, crooked body, and white tangled hair that was very filthy greeted Arman.
"Excuse me, is Lady Naya here? She told me to come here," asked Arman.
"No, Lady Naya is not here. But she left a message I must tell you," said the old lady with a croaky voice.
"What is it?"
"She said, if you really love her, you must prove it. And to prove it, you must marry me!"
Because of his love, the love he had felt since childhood for Naya, Arman did not hesitate to answer.
"If that is what she wants, I would do it. I would do it for love!"
Suddenly, the old lady wailed and ran towards a small lake in front of the house. She bathed her face with water and to Arman's surprise, it was Nayna staring back at him. She had cleaned the make up she was wearing and pulled of the wig she also wore to disguise herself as an old lady.
"Arman, I was only testing you. And now I know what I must do. I will share the rest of my life with you. Because, because I would do it for love!"
Arman was very happy that Naya had the same feelings for him. And so, they lived happily ever after.
Moral value:True love is very hard to find, to show it is even harder.