Couples Stories Novels & Stories

maybe not just friends more than friends but less than a couple! I knew one thing from a very young age I wanted a love story of my own like my parents. My parents' story was quite fascinating for me. My father fall in love with my mother in Delhi when he was going to the "Supreme Court" for some work. Back then my mother was a school teacher at a school in Delhi. They met in a restaurant in Delhi, the place was crowded at that time my mother was waiting for Malhotra uncle and my father was waiting for his colleague. Apparently, only one table was available at that time and there was raining outside so, they had to share a table and Baba started the conversation with Ma, Ma was nervous at fi

Newlyweds are supposed to stay glued to one another as a tattoo stick in one’s body, or as the moon has its rightful place in the night sky, but that didn’t happen in our case. Our scene is so different from all the couples out there. This marriage between us is a part of the business deal between our fathers. We are so different from one another, like day and night, and I am still figuring what I feel about my new husband. Again, doesn’t everyone have a different story to tell when it comes to life? Each person in this world has a unique and distinct story from the other person, which makes them an individual to all of us. The way our story goes, all the ups and downs shape us in life. They

we (Racheal & I) can't get enough of you. Rach: "Yea honey, I want to keep you around...I need you...I need both of you!" Just a Mouthful This short story outlines one memorable afternoon with my two lovers, a married couple, Justin and Racheal. I'll be writing more about our adventures...so stay tuned because they love sex as much as I do!

“Especially the personal part.” Max raised a brow. “Oh? So there is a woman problem.” Damian froze for half a second. Max smirked like a detective. “I know that look. Talk, bro.” Damian sighed, sinking deeper into his seat. “Max… it’s a long story.” Max sat back on the leather sofa, arms folded, studying Damian like someone trying to solve a puzzle. “Damian… rewind,” Max said, brow raised. “You have a wife but you’re acting single. What exactly is going on?”

I asked with a teary voice. “Do you like stories, Ruby?” She asked. “Let me tell you a not-so-beautiful story” She added as she took a nearby chair and sat down, facing me. “Once upon a time, there was a lovely couple- or so everyone thought. The couple was nothing else but beautiful on the outside and hideous on the inside. The husband didn’t love his wife as much as he claimed he did, he didn’t show it in his actions. He neglected her and was so engrossed in his work that it made his wife regret every getting married to him.

The anecdotes flowed like a gentle stream, revealing the deep friendship they had cultivated amid academic pursuits and the forging of lifelong bonds. Larry, his voice carrying the weight of both joy and sacrifice, became the storyteller of their love story. He painted vivid pictures of their wedding day, a celebration marked by shared vows and promises that echoed through time. With a tenderness that resonated in every word, he shared the sacrifices he had willingly made to be by Sophia's side—a testament to the depth of their connection and the enduring commitment that defined their love.

Natasha said, pushing him away to take a seat on the couch. “You haven’t stopped with your teasing I see.” Tulani went to sit down next to her. “Something tells me you are here for a reason. The Natasha I know wouldn’t have just popped up at my door unannounced the way you did. Is everything okay?” Natasha laughed. “Of course everything’s fine. How come you never told me you were once married?” “Oooh,”he said. “Did you just say ooh ?” “I apologize, again. I didn’t think it mattered. I was married to Cynthia for only about a year when we decided to go our separate ways. I had been single for over two years when I met you in San Francisco.”

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

She clapped once, brightly. I resisted the urge to flinch. “Let’s start with introductions,” she continued. “Names, how far along you are, and a little bit about your journey to parenthood.” I stiffened. Calloway felt it immediately. His thumb paused. “It’s just talking,” he murmured under his breath. “I know. I just didn’t realize we’d be… talking.” Couples went one by one. High school sweethearts. Surprise pregnancies. IVF success stories told with tears and laughter. One woman talked about trying for seven years before it finally worked. Her partner kissed her temple like she was made of glass.

He continued in a flow, without looking up. "I am very proud of her. Makes me feel like the luckiest man alive." He said this watching me with a smile hidden beneath the mask. How many times did I break down but every single time he stood by me and helped me start over. Guiding me, by taking my hand. Aren't I the luckiest girl on this planet? How could I thank Allah for all the blessings that he bestowed on this undeserving servant? They are innumerable and unlimited. "Well aren't you two a beautiful couple. MA. You really make every husband jealous Madam. Maybe share some of those tricks with our wives?" I gave a small laugh at Sir's words while everyone else in the OT room cheered and expr