Best Romantic Books By Indian Authors Novels & Stories

“Tell me your name, little wolf.” “Rowan,” I breathed. His body heat was insane, wrapping around me. “And you’re Kael. The Alpha who doesn’t do mates.” His laugh was dark, lips brushing my ear. “I didn’t. Until you. Now I can’t think straight. Can’t lead. Can’t do anything but hunt this scent.” His free hand slid down my side, gripping my hip hard. “Feel what you do to me.” He pressed forward, grinding his massive bulge against my stomach. Thick. Throbbing. I gasped.

“Full access. That’s a dangerous offer, Raven. I don’t give that to anyone.” “But you’ll give it to me,” I said, stepping closer until my breasts nearly brushed his chest. I could feel the heat rolling off him. “Because you want me here. I see the way you’re looking at me. I guess you want to bend me over the nearest table and find out how loud I moan when I’m full.” His hand came up slowly, fingers tracing the edge of my jaw before sliding down to rest at the base of my throat. My pulse hammered against his palm and wetness slid down my inner thigh.

“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Men think wiggling their eyebrows at us or doing what you were doing is sexy, but really, it isn’t, especially when you’re dressed like that.” I shrug and slump on the bed next to her. “I just thought it was romantic, you know?” She leans over to the side of the bed and pulls out a romance book from under the pillow. “Use this. It’s the best manual for what girls really like.” I take the book and study the cover. A man is kissing the neck of a woman whose blouse is slightly off her shoulder. “Blah,” I say and toss the book to the side. I actually think I’ve read it before.

“You seriously don’t understand why I’m nervous?” Sebastian’s expression softened slightly. “I understand perfectly.” Before I could respond, he reached for my hand gently. “Come have dinner with me.” My breath caught instantly. “A date?” A slow smile appeared on his lips. “Yes, princess. A date.” Against all logic… I said yes. A few hours later we sat inside one of London’s most luxurious restaurants hidden inside a private section away from the public. The atmosphere felt romantic. Soft lighting. Wine. Quiet music. And Sebastian looking devastatingly handsome across the table from me.

Rina had actually opted to do that, but her mom had insisted she relax and let her do it, stating that she needed to rest. Well, Rina had reluctantly agreed and decided to while away her time using the story book. The book was centered on love, so many at times, her mind drifted towards Raghav and she would drop her book and off her mind goes, thinking about him. What was he doing at the moment? Had he returned or was he still at Phoenix? Has he heard about her and her mom leaving Shimla? Or was he and Vidya already getting along? Jeez! Trash that, she knew it never would happen. Vidya? It would never.

Hello readers!!! Just before we begin, it is important to let you all know that this book is a collection of 10 amazing romance stories all by BLAZE NUKKO. The end of each story only leads to the beginning of another love journey. Here is the sequence for the collection: 1. Marrying My Best Friend's Fiancee 2. Pure Lust 3. Mr Handsome's Addiction 4. All For The Baby 5. A Virgin for His Desires 6. Claimed By The Greek Lord

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

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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.