Hisar E Ishq Ka Junoon Novels & Stories

Ishq wala love Yeh kya hua hai kya khabar Yehi pata hai zyada hua... Ishq wala love Agar yeh usko bhi hua hai Phir bhi mujhko zyada hua ...Ishq wala love Oo.o.o.o.o.o Surkh wala, soz wala, faiz wala love Hota hai jo, love se zyada Waise wala love... Ishq wala love

Randhir was secretly holding his phone to make a video which I didn't notice at the beginning but found later on after being pranked. I walked towards Ranvijay and told him, I have something to say. He looked at me and before he could gesture something I blurted out the phrase. "Woh ishq hi kya jo na tar paye. Woh pyaar hi kya jo na rulaye. Ye ashique ye dil tujhpe shaw bar kurban hain."

Pehli dafaa jo hone laga hai Pehle huaa na kabhi Mehsoos dil ne jo bhi kiya hai Lafzon mein keh doon abhi Pyar ho, jab pyar ho Har baar ho tumse hi Pyar ho, beshumaar ho Har baar ho tumse hi Tum jo nahi thhe saath toh Tanha sa tha dil ka safar Be-khwab hi soti rahi Jagti rahi meri nazar Aa paas mere palkon pe rakh doon Jitne hain sapne sabhi Honthon pe mere khulne lagi hai Khwahish thi dil mein dabi Pyar ho, jab pyar ho Har baar ho tumse hi Pyar ho, beshumaar ho Har baar ho tumse hi..! She was just looking at me all the while without even blinking her eyes.

But something in me warned me to be careful, beneath his handsome face and kind words lies a cold-blooded killer. This could all be a plan, and I knew for a fact that he did not trust me one bit. He could be planning to melt me with his words, and then at the right time, he would strike. I clenched my jaw and looked at him. “Thank you, Fenrir. Now let us get down to business, how do I prove my loyalty and earn your trust?” I asked, my voice filled with determination.

I questioned. "Well, I saw Mrs Awasthi here, in Dehradun." I quickly hung up the call and wiped my tears. Raahi is in Dehradun. I got up from the couch and walked towards my room. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. "You know, Mrs Arhaan Awasthi. I love you so much, that you can't ever escape from me. Destiny will always bring me to you, and now, I will make sure, that you can never leave me. I am coming for you baby."

"Ok let's forget about the wedding fo now. Let's just get to know eachother. Hi! I'm Zaheer Kazmi, age 27, I'm a CA in a govt firm, I have a mother and sister in my family, I'm the only man in the house, I love football, diehard fan of Ronaldo, I like to read mystery novels, I like Shakira, favourite Bollywood movie would be PK but favourite actor is Salman Khan. Favourite actress Katrina. Favourite food, Indian. Favourite place on earth, my home. Now what about you?" She giggled. For the first time I see a real smile on her face for me. My heart fluttered. "Uh. Alright. Hi! My name's Sania Sayeed. Age-" she paused. "Won't be telling." I grin and see her grin to. "I live with my mamma. Dadd

Sikandar scoffed, “Even I have more pride than to settle for sloppy seconds.” “Mama, what are sloppy seconds?” Farrukh asked Humaira. “Dear, if you’re done with breakfast, get ready for school,” Humaira rushed Farrukh, Junaid and Farha out of the kitchen, covering their ears. “We’ve kept an eye on her,” Ismail said, “She hasn’t gone further than flirting with Ishaq.” “Would you accept that for yourself?” Sikandar asked rhetorically. “Son, we would never force a spoilt bride on you,” Aafiya assured him.

Shivaay pov : I was missing my wife so much. Now in lunch time I got some time , so I decided to call her. I was just going to dial her number but before I can dial someone entered in my office. When I saw that person anger empowered me. She is the last person in this earth whom I want to see. I never want to see her not even in my worst dream. Soniya Bajaj the person Whom I hate the most. Behind her, My secretary was standing Who was looking afraid after seeing my angry face

He'd never done that before, without giving an excuse, and she knew something was bothering him. He felt a great sadness. So he thought he could choose who to love. Well, maybe a man like Karim Khan could, but she couldn't. For her, love would come, whether she liked it or not, overcoming her inhibitions and overcoming her common sense. She would love first and then ask if she was right or not. It was strange to know that. Almost as if he had already fallen in love. But he wasn't in love. He had never given his heart to anyone, not even a little piece of it.

And the fool, Hasan Khan have to marry my beloved daughter, Maya and after their marriage I can get my hand on his money 💀💀💀💀💀 🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠 Hi dear readers,