Novelas y relatos de Desi Romance

His slick dark hair was brushed back neatly, highlighting his sharp facial features. “Dev Rajan. Nice to meet you,” he said, his accent slightly Indian-American as he stretched out a hand. Priya looked at it with disgust. “I’d rather have my hand chopped off than touch a misogynistic creature like you!” she seethed. “You might as well jump off a cliff, because we’re getting married,” he said casually, shrugging before returning to his seat. Priya clenched her fists before sitting opposite him. “I don’t like this.”

Sharing My Wife With My Business Partner (2) I watched Rhea hop off her muscled lover and crouch between his legs. Her rounded breasts spilled from the thin balcony bra as she settled on her knees. “Look at you,” I said quietly. “So composed. So sure.” She glanced up at me, lips curving faintly. “You like when I focus,” she replied. “It helps me do it right.” Kunal let out a low breath. “Take your time,” he murmured. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He held a glass of amber whiskey in his hand. When I walked in, his dark eyes locked onto me. He looked me up and down slowly, taking in my wet hair and my simple summer dress. A slow, wicked smirk spread across his handsome face. "I have to admit," Ethan said, walking slowly toward me. "I wasn't expecting you back from your romantic honeymoon quite so soon. Did Daniel not enjoy the Italian wine?" I rolled my eyes and let out a heavy sigh. I dropped my purse onto a leather chair. "Pour me a drink, Calder," I demanded. "I have had a very long day."

She could survive a few anonymous letters. "Nothing happened," she lied. "I just wanted to look beautiful for you." His eyes searched her face for a long moment. She held her breath, waiting for him to call her out, to demand the truth. Instead, he lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss was hungry, desperate, like he was trying to crawl inside her skin. His fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back. She moaned against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Whatever else was falling apart, this was still good. This was still right.

No secrets, no pressure, just trust and desire and the willingness to keep exploring. Lucas’s hand slid higher on my thigh as the conversation turned from words to touch. Ryan’s fingers traced the line of my collarbone. I set my mug aside and turned to Lucas first, kissing him with slow, deliberate hunger. His tongue moved against mine while Ryan’s hand slipped under the t-shirt to cup my breast. “Do you guys ever get tired?” I teased. “Not when a hottie like this is in the room,” Lucas said. “That's right,” Ryan said.

I clutched the pallu of my saree tightly. If it's someone else then I'm going to face my first ever heart break. The crowd screamed yes in answer and he came down from the stage. Everyone is looking at him and so is me. He started to walk towards me and stopped in front of me. "Ms. Turvi Ahuja, my dear doll face, it's you. I love you. I don't know what you feel for me but I love you very much. I will accept whatever you say. Will you be my girlfriend doll face?" he asked and I didn't wasted time to say yes

5? Although No. 5 was not as hot as No. 1, nor as cute and innocent-looking as No. 3, she was beautiful and had the image of a mature office lady. She looked simple and capable. After all, she was an executive for a multinational company. Seeing Matthew walk towards her, No. 5’s heart almost jumped to her throat. Her eyes stared at the roses in his hand. Christina had seen No. 5’s real face backstage. She did fit Matthew Henderson’s taste, but Christina did not have a good impression of her.

I turn my music player on. Dheeme dheeme jal rahi thi khwaishein Dil mein dabi, ghut rahi farmaaishein "Urghh Tani...she is obsessed with these cheesy Hindi songs nowadays."I cursed Tani. But somewhere the melodious tune was soothing my soul. I was feeling delighted. "Mr. Shekhawat is fond of romantic fictions.who says a serious businessman with a macho man personality loves to read romantic stuffs."I admired his hand written note on the cover page of the book.

"Will send it now. Don’t do prints on paper. Make it a clear photo print. I'm relying on you Smirthi. Beware, Call me once your job is done." "Sure Dhiwa, Bye." You made some mistakes in your life Anya Darling. First, you married that sucker when I laid my eyes on you. Second, you started loving him despite knowing he is in love with another girl. Third, you let him touch you but not me. Fourth, you insulted me in front of my friend. You will pay for your every mistake, Dear! Rishi's PoV

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