Best Indian Romantic Novels Novels & Stories

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This unexpected betrayal broke her heart As a writer, Niyati’s most successful book is "Flames and Roses". She just started writing another book but doesn't know what to write next and seeing her boyfriend cheating on her isn’t helping to lift her mood. She is devastated and broken. Naman is calling her but she is not picking up his calls. She saw him last in the morning and now it's late at night. She’s just laying lifelessly on her bed crying like there’s no tomorrow while sleep seems a foreign concept to her.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

We shall probably be late. The restaurant was a small but popular one, with a reputation for excellent food and overlooking the sea. The dining room was crowded but their reserved table had one of the best views. She settled happily into her seat, planning to continue her fantasy that she was dining with a man who loved her as much as she loved him. His eyes were soft in the candle-light, deep dark pools. He smiled across the table and their fingers accidentally brushed, as he poured some water. She assumed that he did not share the feeling that shot through her own fingers like a bolt of electricity when they touched. She tried not to show it later, when heat flooded her already charged bod

Sometimes, it creeps in silently… like a crack in a glass vase — invisible at first, but deepening with time until it shatters completely. I was twenty-seven when I married Ravi. He was everything my parents had wanted — tall, soft-spoken, working in an IT company with a foreign assignment history. Our horoscopes matched, and our families exchanged sweets and garlands like people passing on fragile dreams. I wasn’t in love with him when we married, but I believed I would grow into it. That’s what Indian women are told, aren’t we? "Love happens after marriage, son.," they said. Love comes later — after the sindoor, the rituals, and the sacrifices.

Clearing his throat, Omar said. This sentence of is made her sulked more. She never imagined her husband to be this unromantic. He is only handsome by face, not by heart. She thought, as she picked up her lehenga till her ankle, and left the room. Right way to go Omar! Once again, he scolded himself when saw her expression She wasn't good at hiding her thoughts, her words could be read through her eyes. ••• Hana wore a baby blue Chikankari kurti with plazo, washing the make up off from her face, she pat it dry when her eyes fall on her reflection in the mirror.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

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Of course, I also have other books. For some reason, 'Endless Poison Love' is my favorite romance novel because I can feel the Author's feelings being poured into it. Sure, the plot, characters, scenes, words, and lessons are good, but it's the Author's way of writing that has got me hooked. She's a genius.