Cinta Aisyah Novels & Stories

She squirmed, feeling very uncomfortable somewhere around her body but didn't stand up, instead she deepen her head into his neck and place a gentle kiss before zoning out of consciousness and into deep abyss of slumber. Zayn continue to stroke her hair and massage her scalp in a loving way as he gaze down at his wife in the crook of his neck. This short woman -compared to his height- manage to take a huge portion of his heart and this way, he wants them to continue exploring their love in the most affectionate way. It is not easy to have someone as beautiful and pure like his wife. He never thank Allah for his parents immensely like he did after meeting Aisha. She's been the center of his

Jamila: how bout 2? Aisha: good 👍 Me: ditto bye gotta go Jamila: bye Aisha: bye I dropped my phone and then we snapped some pics with Deeja. I got bored after that so I scrolled through my messages. I felt a pang in my chest as I saw Ismail's contact. Why does love hurts???

"Aisya, how have you been? Been a while since we last talked, huh?" Irene peeks over at Aisya and sees that her friend's eyes seem to have brightened seeing their former classmate. If Irene remembers correctly, during the familiarity night for international undergrad programme chemical engineering students, Aisya confessed to having a crush on Kai, moreso than other students who have an interest in him.

ayesha informed sanjana . Sanjana was happy that she is not going miss any more classes .when the class again started the professor told them about the assignment and also that it has to be done in groups .Two people will get one assignment .Ayesha whispered to her " i hope to get kartik as a partner you know he is a topper ,a son of a famous hotelier krishna kapoor ,and a bachelor handsome man but he doesn't like talking much .If i got him as a assignment partner than maybe i will get a chance to become his girlfriend too ,so exciting na .just pray for me sanjana ."

She started to cum, but he held on, holding back his explosion as he drove into her deeper and faster. Finally, he rolled, taking her with him, until she found herself lying beneath him. His cock was still embedded deeply in her pussy as he gazed down at her. This was Aishwarya, his beloved Aishwarya that he had always dreamt of rescuing after that night. He drove his throbbing stalk deeply into her body.

Third person POV: The second Aisha said ‘LOVE’ word Ravan smashed his lips on her and started sucking in front of all his men’s like they were his favorite candies in between kisses he harshly bite down her lower lip making it bleed and gained access inside her mouth, he furiously kissed her for couple of minutes when he felt his own bulge in between his legs however when Aisha felt his hardness poking her stomach she quickly pulled away while “Raa.. Ravan, make bhanu aunty free” she demanded with some authority in her “FUCK…..” Ravan cursed loudly on losing his contact with her plump lips, he was about to kiss her again when their eye’s met Brown to blue orbs, his breath got hitched with ev

I didn't answer. Before Isaac could say anything else, I kept my eyes fixed on the snow falling before me. Suddenly, a little girl ran over and handed me a rose made of snow. "I wish you a long, healthy life and happiness every single day, pretty lady!" I accepted the rose and patted her head. "You, too, kiddo." She stood on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear, "A handsome guy asked me to give you this flower. He told me not to tell you, but you're so pretty that I decided to betray him."

"Woah...Cherry." "It's okay, I mean, she's right," Isaiah admits. I gape at him, unsure if I'm hearing him right. Did he just admit that we have a connection? "Isaiah..." I warn. "No, it's true, I'm in love with Kenna. But I can't have her in the way that I want, so her and I have agreed she will be my mistress, until I can have her how I want," Isaiah explains calmly, as if he is speaking about business matters with a trusted colleague. When I glance at Cherry, she appears just as surprised at his honesty.

"Salam. Bakhsish (thank you) dear. It's not very heavy.'' She replied in a kind voice. I gaped at her entranced. However, hearing what she said made me a feel bit down. I mean yeah she must have done this her entire life, what would she need my help for. ''Oh. Okay. Yeah...Sorry for disturbing you.'' I returned awkwardly. I couldn't hide my disappointment despite trying. Meanwhile, she smiled softly watching me with her warm blue eyes. I turned to leave with a nod, when I heard her call out. "Though, I would like it if you could help me with this one." I watched her extending the basket in her hand to me, in shock. Taking turns, looking between her and the basket, I broke into a wide smile

the voice of a soft teenage girl with a story to tell came from the other side. "Aisyah? From Bandung? Sister? Is this really Aisyah? Aisyah, how are you? Everything's fine over there, right? In the village? Just ignore it, it was a wrong number that upset me earlier! Sorry, huh? Hehehe!" said Alicia trying to relax. Only her family and people in her village called her Cia, which was her given name.