Deemak Zada Mohabbat Novels & Stories

Alyse took a deep breath and started to read the letter. [Alyse, if you are reading this, it means you already know everything. I’m sorry for trying but failing to keep the truth from you. Actually, I don’t have much to say. I only wanted to tell you that, although I only came to this world and pursued you as part of the Strategic System, I’ve always truly loved you. I love you, and that’s why I’m willing to do anything for you. I hope that you find happiness.] The letter was not very long.

But every morning she would go in and greet Maami, help her with some work, and if there isn't any they will just chat. "Adda Zee Amarya (bride)." Deeja chirped sipping the tantalizing Zobo (hibiscus drink) that Zainab made. "Mstww. Se na mareki (I'll slap you.) " Zainab joked. "Hey you where is that boy Imran that you've been talking about lately?" Deeja dropped the cup and sighed. "I told him I'll think about it." "Yeah. And that was one week ago. The boy loves you fah. Just give him a chance. Follow your heart."

I countered. He chuckled and smiled at me lovingly. "I missed you. I missed you a lot." He said as he lowered his head towards mine. He dealt me a fatal kiss on my lips and I opened up to him without hesitation as his tongue probed softly into my mouth and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Not just my lips parted to give way to his sweetness, but I felt my heart also slowly opening up to him. *** *** *** *** ***

Zamin waved his hand in front of her, it wasn't his intention to made her fan of Dabir and she would completely forget about his love. Madiha was startled from the way he called, but instantly realised why he was offended. "What?" Laughing, she asked. "What? Is my love for you is less than that?" Getting near her, he asked. Zamin was clearly upset that Madiha was praising someone else’s love in front of him. "Ah! I don't know..." biting her lips to suppress the giggle, "Oh really? You don't know..." Pulling her braid lightly, he leaned toward her.

And accepted that he is Asmita's. Then all guests came but not the one for whom I'm waiting.. Di cut the cake and we all clap for her.. Suddenly the light goes off and someone started singing.. Hamein tum se pyar kitna ye hum nahin jaante Magar jee nahin sakte tumhaare bina (I don't know how much I love you all I know is that I cannot live without you.) Finaly he came.. suna gham judaai ka uthaate hain log

Anything and everything, we never ran out of topics—celebrities, the fashion industry, music, business, school gossip, until we ended up discussing love. "Maybe that's how it is," I said, looking into the distance, as our conversation shifted to loveless marriages—those unions where people come together for money, convenience, or status but lack love, like mine with Adam. "What do you think?" I asked, looking at her. "Is that how you see it?" I nodded. "Why? So, you don't believe there's someone out there meant for you?" I laughed at her statement. "That's bullshit, Kyra. I thought you learned that by now."

said Dhea with a shady smile. "You are the only woman that I love and care for. Trust me, okay? Because you will be the first and last woman for me." ***

, Edin said looking at her. "You're always welcome", Erica said smiling. "What's the name of your cologne, I really like the scent", she said inhaling the scent. "Oh thanks, it's Black Emotion", he said with pride. "How much does it cost?", she asked again. "100 euro", he said. "That's quite expensive, anyway I will try and get it because I have fallen in love with it", she said laughing. "It's mostly for male while don't you buy Loveliness, it is the cologne Kira likes because I got it for her and I think you will like it too", he said remembering how I thanked him for it.

“Do you see now? You don’t need to be afraid. You just have to stop resisting. Accept what you are.” I shook my head, tears spilling down my cheeks. “What I am is human. I bleed, I hurt, I love. You can’t take that from me.” “Love?” he said with a trace of amusement. His gaze flicked between Liam and Damien. “You mean the way they both look at you? The way they fight for you like you’re something to be owned? That isn’t love. That’s weakness.” “Shut up,” Liam growled, taking a step forward.

Inner Kaylila. "Wow, you must be very happy, miss, I feel. Can't imagine it. " “Why do you suddenly ask that question? Is there a problem with Genta? " Suddenly the phone on Ms. Della's table rang, Ms. Della immediately answered it. *** Ms. Della's face glowed with joy remembering her love story. Ms. Della is very happy to be married to the person she loves so much. Can I do that too? Inner Kaylila.