Dar E Dil Novels & Stories

“Mr. Sinclair , I advise to say nothing but the truth. Trevor cursed inwardly "She's Rachel Fae.. My ex wife" “Good, now are you aware that she would be married into the Blackwood family?” Trevor eyes widened in surprise. “That bitch divorced me and now she's plans on marrying some rich guy, that gold digger.” he spat out with disgust. “Haha, gold diggers please. That woman is nothing less than a child playing love…” the woman mocked. She stood up and walked up to the light. Her confident figure stood proud and tall. “If there’s any gold digger, it’s us, Mr. Sinclair.. Deliah Dennis ” she smirked.

Daeira had never been thankful to have someone to enclose her shaking frame even if it was Jilal who immediately covered her barely clothed chest and hugged her. "Daeira?" GD called out with an edge on his voice while walking in fast pace towards them. She looked up at Jilal in panic, "Take me away from here, please." "Are you coming with me?" Jalil asked while she nodded. Just that and Jilal had cast a spell. "Daeira! No! Don't!" GD literally ran towards them with an anxiety on his face but before he can reached them, they both disappeared on their spot. The Aryan king regarded the spot where his bride disappeared with wide eyes and felt the dreadful emotion predicated it. ***

By dot seven that evening, a knock came on the door which I was too tense to answer, especially after the corresponding talk I had with Linda, as she made my hair and helped me get dressed with a distant look on her face. Swinging open the door, a wide smile unconsciously warmed my face as I came face to face with the now familiar ugly scar that ran from under Darren's left eye across the bridge of his nose, cutting through his right brow and getting lost in his hairline. Familiar dark grey eyes bore into me in amusement as he raised a single questioning brow at me. "Mmn, is it just me or is someone feeling elated about seeing me today?" His voice was deep, quiet, and a bit feathery, his eye

I dance ghoomar, the girls are dancing ghoomar Thaare Ehsaason Ki Raunak Hai Mhaari Diwali When Your emotions/feelings light up, it's like Diwali for me (Diwali is the Hindu festival of lights) Mann Mehal Ki Saari Deewaarein Thaare Rang Rangwa Li All the walls of the palace of my heart, I have coloured in Your colour Thaare Ehsaason Ki Raunak Hai Mhaari Diwali When Your emotions light up, it's like Diwali for me Mann Mehal Ki Saari Deewaarein Thaare Rang Rangwa Li All the walls of the palace of my heart, I have coloured in Your colour Paake Thara Saaya Tann Hai Jagmagaya After achieving/attaining Your shade, my whole body is shining/glittering

Doctor Darrel scrolled through some files on his desk, he picked up his phone and made a call. He left the office to the parked car outside. "Any problem sir?" the driver asked "No take me home" He replied plainly. The driver became confused but without hesitation started that car and it sped off into the road. Darrel scrolled lazily through his phone something popped up and he clicked it. The picture that came up in his phone was awestruck. It was the picture that had gone viral when Dilan and Lily had been on their honey moon.

This girl has a lot of prestige, Daniel thought, then used the excuse of being hungry to invite her out. "Uh, aren't you tired?" "No, I'm happy to be invited for a walk. The street in Denpasar is like this. It's fun," Lea exclaimed, unable to hide her excitement. Haha, all right, find something to eat first. I'll tell you the most exciting places around here. Let's go."Daniel hurriedly walked faster to the hotel's underground parking lot and got his car. Then, without wasting any time, he drove through the streets of Bali's capital.

The crowd asked Dhruv to sing a Hindi song and he obliged. ****** **SONG SEQUENCE STARTS** ****** Ae dil na kar tu chaahtein... [Oh my heart never ever fall in love] Tujhko nehi ijazatein... [You don't have permission to fall in love] Dehleeze se... na utar.... Don't get out from your doorstep [Don't fall in love] Khushiyan nehi ish rah mein [There is no happiness in this path (of love)] Milte hein gham in chah mein

Deta woh tumko bata Sharm-o-haya ke parde gira ke Karni hain humko khata Teri adaa bhi hain jhonke wali Chhu ke ghuzar jaane deTeri lachak hai ke jaise daali Dil mein utar jaane de Aaja baahon mein karke bahana Hona hai tujhmein fanaa Chand sifarish jo karta hamari Deta woh tumko bata Sharm-o-haya ke parde gira ke Karni hain humko khata "You are looking beautiful," Ranvijay said, making Myra look into his eyes. "Thanks," Myra muttered, which he heard. Subhan allah, subhan allah Subhan allah, subhan allah Subhan allah, subhan allah Subhan allah, subhan allah Hain jo iraade bata doon tumko

Narrator's Pov. NEXT MORNING Disha woke up from Raj's arm.. and saw the time .. it was already 10 am.. she kissed his forehead and said "MR. Shergill, wake up".. Raj opened his eyes with a smile on lips and said "MRS. Shergill , at first make love with me then I will wake up" and he pulled her by her hips.... "not now baby, you are being naughty day by day..." Disha said with a laugh and got out of his grip and went to the washroom to freshen up ... she already lived with Raj but also she was feeling something special.. she was at last his wife.. she wore a pink sari and some jewelry ... Raj also freshened up and wore a pink casual Sherwani and he put the vermilion on Disha's forehead...and

Xavier replied, sobbing loudly. “What?!!!” Brian was shocked. “He just received the news that our new Branch in Delhi is not going to go bankrupt.” Mrs. Xavier replied briefly, and then she sobbed louder. Hearing his mom’s words, Brian looked at Warren, who was also looking at him with an approving smile. Brian wanted to smash Warren’s face if given a chance, but his thought now was with his dad. “I’ll be there, mom! I’m on my way!” Brian replied quickly as he turned around.