Love.

This story is about love since Love is in the air. It's always in the air. Much like pollution. It affects us gravely, gives us asthma and cancer. It's a life-threatening ailment that sometimes should take a break. Maybe –

No, no, no. This is not how we are starting this book.

Love is not like pollution! It's felt and known by billions in the world and is definitely not a disease!

So is pollution.

No, no! Stop badmouthing love!

This is my book. I get to badmouth whatever I want too, who are you to –

There. All better now. We'll start this off in the way it was supposed to start off originally and not how that idiot started it off.

Most people fall in love at wrong moments, most never do. And then there are people that are so oblivious to it their entire lives that they never experience love. One of these clueless people include our very own Ola Shafi.

I am the universe, who people blame when they don't get with the person they love. I am the universe which has taken time off of their busy schedule just to get Ola to fall in love with the person she was bound to be with.

There, that sounds way better than whatever crap that wannabe writer was spewing out.

You didn't take time off; you barely do anything in this book.

Then why'd you name me in the title? 

Touché.

And how'd you get free from those ropes?

My book, my methods.

Hm, touché.