He reads romance, she swears by Mathematics.
He believes in love till infinity, for her it is just a symbol defining something larger than any natural number.
His life has been defined by love stories, she claims to have empirical evidence that her family is 'cursed' when it comes to that emotion.
He spends evenings and nights, wondering how to win back his estranged fiancee while she feels that love is a waste of time.
And when they strike a deal to help each other, it has the expected result of them falling in love with each other.
However, what is life without a twist?
An accident forces them apart and they would have continued their disparate lives if they were not forced to work together by their zealous siblings.
Once again, it is impossible for them to deny their feelings, as old memories are stirred and new desires awaken. However, this time round, would they learn that love cannot be defined by grammatical connotations nor set to mathematical concepts? Would they realise that true love needs faith and perseverance, not mere poetic definitions? Would they understand what it means to find love?
One love...to have and to hold...
A simple romance in three acts...
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