Desi Romance Novels & Stories

Neev Agnihotri- Our male protagonist. 29 years old businessman. He is ruthless and is burning in the fire of revenge. Aarohi Verma - Our female protagonist. 21 years old . She is a very sweet innocent girl . She is epitome of beauty which is gonna burn in the fire of revenge. Aakash Verma- Elder brother of Aarohi . Loves her with all his heart . But is the main reason for her miseries.

Sleeping with a total stranger was not something I have ever done, and sleeping with a man for a job or money, hell no. I am broke, annoying and pretty stupid sometimes, but then I have my dignity and would never allow myself be insulted. I would never forget that producer, I often see him in my dreams. I would beat him up and made him regret being alive. But that was in my dreams, whenever he didn't appear in my dream, I would think about beating him up before getting up from the bed. "Beautiful" I muttered as I looked at how gorgeous I looked. I stood up and went straight to the kitchen. My mum was making breakfast, and my siblings looked like they just finished cleaning the house.

,Khushi declared, breaking the hug. "Who told you we will only romance here? ",Abeer asked arching his eyebrows. "I have already fantasized romancing with you in the office desk, office lift , conference room and of course my cabin. Wherever I will find you alone I will automatically go naughty with you.",Abeer declared smoothly. "What the hell? Are you really crazy? I don't want anyone to raise a finger on our image by watching us doing all this. I am not going to come close to you in the office from now onwards.",Khushi declared, turning her face away from him.

I said nearly talking to myself. I can see that he is disturbed with the topic I am continuing because of which I changed it. Or I just thought of doing it but couldn’t do it myself. I just took another turn in the same topic feeling really curious and I know I will never get it’s answer. “I still don’t understand how Dad fell for my Mom. I mean she is Indian and he is Australian. How did he?” I asked him tapping my chin. “That’s the specialty of Indian women. Anyone can fall in love with them.” He replied shrugging like it is the silliest question.

“Yes! Actually, I did. She said it will be ready within a few days. It will be something I can wear and it will stay with me even in wolf form.” “That’s great news.” I said. Which it was. This whole situation with Desi and what she tried to do was down right ridiculous. I don’t understand why she-wolves have to do that shit. I understand they want to be a Luna but to break up a mate bond is down right traitorous.

The passion, the tenderness, the sheer ecstasy of their lovemaking came rushing back, fueling their desire for another unforgettable night together. Vicky leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a tender, soft, lingering kiss. Her saree hugged her in a way that made her a more alluring Brazilian woman, accentuating her femininity without being overtly revealing. The saree shimmered with every movement, as if it were alive. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders like a silk waterfall, soft and touchable. Its fragrance, a delicate blend of floral and musk, filled his senses. Her eyes, sparkling with playful mischief, held him captive.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

Drishti and Shravan stepped down from the flight and they were welcomed by the hot climate of Zidra deserts. “I am visiting a desert for the first time.” Drishti said. “It is such a shame that being a Rajasthani bride, you never went into the deserts.” Shravan pointed out. “You never took me.” Drishti shot back. “Now it is my fault? You were never interested in going into the desert. You always wanted a beach. In the past six years, it has only gone to a hill station rather than a beach.” Shravan said, pointing at Drishti’s obsession with beaches and surfing.

She made me feel seen, not just desired but truly wanted. We kissed slowly, hungrily. Her hands moved along my waist, slipping beneath the fabric but never rushing. My thoughts swirled, tangled in the intimacy of it all, how different it felt from what I’d known. I wasn’t just reacting, I was present, and curious I never thought it would happen between us. Not really. Not with Sienna. She was my boss, confident, magnetic, with eyes that she already owned the room before she stepped in. I’d spent far too many nights wondering what it might feel like to be touched by her. Craving it. Fantasizing. Telling myself I was crazy.

I also took the initiative to reserve a table at one of the best romantic restaurants in the area. I know that the life here is too simple compared to the life Lila has been used to considering that she grew up in the city. But I also know that she will like it. After studying Lila in the past one week, I noticed that she isn't one to be attracted to luxury. She is a simple lady. Mark is so lucky to have her and his father,I won't watch his ignorance and insensitivity to her needs drive her away. After making all the necessary arrangements,I left the house and invited Lucas,my best friend for drinks.