Ik Lafz Mohabbat Novels & Stories

As my forehead let go the touch of his lips, I opened my eyes only to peer at him through my eyelashes. That smile never leaves his lips and he just keeps moving with me according to the sound of music. “mohabbat ho agar sacchi, to manzil mil hi jati hai”

Running? Forgive the mistake. #Unfulfilled_Love #Sabiha_Moyuri

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I pulled out the card to read it before he came. "My love for you is like a flower, it blooms every day. from the moment I set my eyes on you, until this day. I promise to nurture what we have and protect you with all I have" it read. it was handwritten making it more romantic, I held on to the letter smiling at the words. I thought he didn't like me. I had tried not to think about the marriage or my choice all day but thinking about it now, Ibrahim seemed deliberate and sincere. "Ma'am Mr Mukhtar is here to see you" Flora said over the landline interrupting my train of thought.

And why is he doing this to me? I never had a relationship in my 20 years of lifetime. I know I'm beautiful with white milky skin and hazel eyes with moose brown hair till my waist and a nice body. Many guys wanted to be in a relationship with me. But I avoided it. I only wanted to be with the man I love. I wanted the man I love to be my first in everything. But this psycho stole my first kiss. A small tear stained my cheek. I hate him so much.

Zena's POV Emotions churned within me as I stood before the captured right hand of El Fuego. The sight of Mr. Lopez stirred a whirlwind of conflicting feelings, a potent concoction of relief, anticipation, and a lingering sense of apprehension. It was a victory, undeniably, to have him in our custody, yet beneath the surface lay the sobering recognition that our journey was far from over. Happiness teased at the edges of my consciousness, an unattainable shade, overshadowed by the harsh reality that success in our line of work was often fleeting, a mere respite in the ceaseless battle against crime and corruption.

Ronan smirked, his voice a gravelly purr. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he towered over her. "Are you really that desperate for your husband’s touch that you’d crawl into my bed and strip for me?" "Finn, I don’t understand why we sleep in separate rooms when we are married.” Larissa leaned her head back, her vision blurring as she looked up at the sharp, dangerous line of his jaw. "Finn..." she breathed, ignoring his chuckles. She reached up, her fingers trembling as she traced the shell of his ear, sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck. "Stop playing and stop being so... mean."

“Because you were light. And I was… fucked up.” He kissed me then, hard and desperate. “But I’m not letting you go this time. I’ll fight whoever I have to. I’ll lie. I’ll burn the whole house down if it means keeping you.” Tears pricked my eyes. From the intensity. From the truth. This wasn’t just lust. This was obsession. And maybe love. When we came together, it was like a bomb detonated between us—raw, hot, gasping. I felt every pulse of him inside me. Felt him bury his face in my neck and whisper my name like it meant everything.

His mother’s glare could have frozen rivers. Lia crouched slightly, allowing her gaze to sweep over the babies, letting her words linger like a gentle blade. “Honestly, I’ve always wondered how some people manage to miss the obvious. Love, loyalty, happiness… all staring them in the face, and yet they obsess over the superficial. Look at Isla here. Look at little Sophie. Thriving. Content. Loved. And with a man who genuinely respects them. You can imagine how surprising that must feel?”