Cerita Cinta Birahi Novels & Stories

Rosalie felt like countless needles were slowly but surely piercing her heart as she looked at the romantic line Bradley had written on the paper. It came from one of the most beloved tales of love in the Sandharan Order's lore. The story talked about how a man, before joining the monastery, had met a young woman on a bridge. He'd fallen for her at first sight, and the longing had consumed him until he'd wasted away. Sandhara had asked him, "How deep is your love for that woman?"

“I saw her and couldn’t tear my eyes away. The brunette captivated my mind and refused to leave it. She turned out to be an orphan and was helping a local farmer with his goods. I started visiting the market more often, and that’s how everything began. We confessed our feelings to each other, and I wanted to make her my wife. My parents were not impressed at all—Bahira had no family or home. Laverna wasn’t exactly thrilled about my first love either, though she pretended to tolerate it. We secretly married in an ordinary temple, and the next day we appeared before my relatives as husband and wife. Oh, what a scandal that was!”

My most precious and beautiful dream Pari's cheek turned to pretty shade of red making Kabir's heartbeat faster. Kabir rubbed his nose against her cheeks : So beautiful....... Pari encircled her arms around his neck : I love you Bir...... Kabir said before kissing her lips : I love you too pari...... Pari closed her eyes feeling his lips on her and pulled him closer. Kabir broke the kiss when he felt Pari hurrying making her glare at him. Kabir : Love let's take it slow this time. It's our first time as husband and wife and I want to savour every moment of it.

The morning light slipped through the curtains, entering Briella’s eyes. She groaned and buried her head deeper into the pillow. Her whole body still ached from last night’s activities. She could still feel Hayden’s heartbeat, his voice, his kisses, his touch She opened her eyes slowly, For a moment, she just lay there, staring at the ceiling, smiling before she even realized she was. It felt strange and her heart felt lighter, like something heavy had finally been lifted from her chest.

And as they finally broke apart, breathless and teary-eyed they touched their foreheads, holding hands and closing their eyes. "Erica, main tumhare bina nahi reh sakta...mujhe saans nahi aati ("Erica, I can't live without you... I can't breathe.")...if you're not with me, I feel like suffocating," Kabir whispered, his voice trembling. "I love you, I love this baby in you that is my blood...I don't want to be that Kabir I was...I want to be your Kabir...jaise tum kaho...jaise tum rakho main waise karunga sab...bas tum mere paas raho please...mere paas tumhare siwa kuch nahi hai Erica...kuch bhi nahi...I love you so so much!"("Whatever you say... however you want it, I will do everything that

Adrian and Seraphina, with wisdom etched into the lines of their faces, served as living proof that love, when nurtured with patience and understanding, could triumph over even the deepest-seated animosities. As they walked through the birthing sanctuary, hands entwined, Seraphina looked up at the moonlit sky. "Our love story, Adrian, has become a legend—a tale of resilience and transformation. Let it inspire generations to come, reminding them that love can shape the destiny of the world." ____ The seasons turned, marking the passage of time in the sanctuary that bore witness to Adrian and Seraphina's evolving love. Amidst the vibrant hues of autumn leaves and the hushed whispers of winter

Heart by heart. With all my love, Kavira Hiraeth💜