Ek Lafz Ishq Novels & Stories

Sophia whispers, her eyes wide with curiosity. "I have no idea," I reply, my heart pounding in my chest. The man starts walking towards us, his confident stride matching his dashing appearance. "Hello, ladies," he greets us, his voice as smooth as silk. "I couldn't help but notice your artwork. It's truly captivating." "Thank you," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm Ella, and this is Sophia." "Pleasure to meet you both," he says, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm Adrian."

He repeated the words over and over again, finishing with expressing the depths of the love that he had for me. Instead of being filled with elation upon hearing his words of devotion, I remained heavy hearted. What had just happened? This was not the romantic rendezvous that I’d envisioned when I set out to contact him after work. How could things go so wrong? I looked up the alley to see if anyone witnessed what we’d just done. Relief poured forth when I saw no one.

Leo explained in a hushed tone. “Oh, I now understand, La hustle ooo, or else la wuu." They chanted and laughed. These guys love Medical's song too much. Serwaa thought to herself as she blended the onions and pepper. Only if she knew her husband belonged to a secret cult and had used her womb for sacrifice for more money and fame.

Why does he want to marry me? Why me? How he knows my all favorite taste I love white and golden, I love mango juice, I love that makeup and dresses, perfumes that I always dream of, even the sandwich I ate was onion-free and full of cheese and mayonnaise just like I always eat in the lunch..... How he knows that???

I whisper the words my Dad told me. I feel a hand snaking over my waist. Lai puts her head on my back. Any other person out there seeing us would think that we are a romantic lesbian couple. But we aren't. Fortunately. Lai is good as a friend,not as a boyfriend or girlfriend. Or whatever you call it. I'm not good with the lesbian thing. But I appreciate every pure relation out there. "You should sign the contract,Meera." Lai's breath fans my hair. "Yes. But first, please move your mouth away. I can smell your lunch."

I looked at Barry confused. He smiled and gestured me to look in the front. I was surprised at what I saw. The whole forest was covered in lightings. It looked like stars in the night sky but on the ground. I love you Jane was written with lights. I looked at Barry surprised and smiled. He smiled and gestured me to look up. When I looked up, crackers started filling the night sky. I smiled and looked at Barry. "I love you, Barry!"I said hugging him.

Liam mumbled against her skin, his voice still thick with sleep. "Morning," Hazel laughed softly, resting her hands over his. She looked at their reflection in the mirror. Liam’s hair was still a little messy from the pillows, his dress shirt unbuttoned. At twenty-seven, he was effortlessly handsome, but it was the quiet, steady adoration in his eyes that always got to her. Looking at him, Hazel felt that familiar, deep warmth swell in her chest. Two months ago, he had finally slipped the beautiful silver diamond onto her left hand, making her the happiest woman in the world.

I run my hand up and down her small back, furrowing my eyebrows. “You don’t have to…” she starts. Suddenly, I am acutely aware of how close she is. Instinctively, I push some loose strands of hair behind her ear, capturing her gaze. “I told you I want to, Amelia. Is that really so hard to believe?” My voice drops, and I can see her eyes glistening. She settles her hand over mine, where I hold Lyla against my chest. Her tiny head falls onto my shoulder, her tears seeping into my shirt, but she’s quieting down. Fighting, but relenting all the same.

he paused stroking her cheeks. “I love you”. At that moment a light show was displayed which read. “I Love You Daria” Daria stood speechless, her eyes became teary. She could believe what was happening but she loved every minute of it. She hugged him tightly as she took in the sight of the light show. Daria opened her mouth to speak but Nicholas stopped her placing his fingers on her lips. “I don't want a reply now” “take your time” he said hugging her again.

“Lucky, I want you to remember my cooking while you’re eating food prepared at home.” “I can’t forget the taste of your meals. Your Edika Ikong soup is still in my brain.” “Are you serious?” Elo asked with a look of unbelief, before we both laughed. “When last did you eat goat meat?” Elo asked. “I can’t remember, but it’s definitely going to rain…” “Better that way. I want you to make love to me in a cold atmosphere.”