India Love Hot Novels & Stories

India’s hand rose between us like a blade. “Don’t,” she said quietly. One word. Final. Devastating. I froze. Her eyes weren’t wild. They weren’t hysterical. They were worse. They were cold. And heartbreak has a temperature, I felt it drop the room into ice. “You don’t get to bark orders like this is a misunderstanding we’ll laugh about later,” India said, her voice trembling despite her control. “I walked in on you kissing my cousin.” I would have lied and said I didn't know they were cousins but the name Seethal made me know it before I even got together with India.

I am Reema, a 20-year-old Indian girl with a body that drives men wild. My thick, creamy thighs and ample bosom strain against the confines of my tight saree, revealing every tantalizing curve. I live with my father-in-law, a paralyzed man with a perverted streak and a 10-inch cock that throbs with desire whenever he sees me.

"The room is soundproof for reasons like this. Be as loud as you want, baby. No one will hear you." He thrusts sharply, causing a loud moan to escape as my eyes roll back. His pace was almost painful. I kiss him roughly just as my orgasm rips through me. My legs start to feel like jelly. He releases a soft moan as he slows his pace. I lay my head on his shoulder as I pant aggressively. "I love you," I breathe. He kisses my shoulder blade. "I don't have a problem giving you another lesson on what's yours if you would like?" I let out a small chuckle.

"C'mon, we have more things to do, let's get back to work. Firstly you need to try on your dress and shoes." Nima picked the jewelry and she said, "You're so lucky to have a man who buys you such nice stuff." Her countenance is sober and sad. "What do you mean Nima?" As I walked towards her, I noticed she was already in tears. "What's going on?" "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." "It's okay, you can talk to me." "I.. I once had a man I loved and cherished so much. I could do anything just to keep the love we shared."

Both sides of love have their flaws so should just stop comparing it and decide what we want, just like Vikas did and doing. He is moving with a frantic motion, fast and rigid. His hard cock moved in and out wildly much to her liking. His length was so wrapped with her inner pussy wall which is tight, and tight pussy is an amazing fuck. She didn't have much loss at her pussy hole because her mother give her an ayurvedic drink twice a month which extremely tighten her vaginal walls. So, that he never loses interest in her. The much better fucking the much time she could have with him.

Gavin replied with a shrug. Leila finally found her voice. “You love me?” Gavin stepped closer to her, knelt in front of her chair like they were the only two people in the room. “Yes. I love you. And I do not care what it costs me.” It was ridiculous. It was the kind of scene that belonged in a badly written romantic movie but God help her, she was melting. Right then, she forgot all about Adele and the baby and their messed up life and all she could think of was Gavin Hasters proclaiming his love for her.

:::::::SMUT ALERT:::::::::: "oh my god" Disha said and hugged him ... he kissed her forehead and said "today is our first night ,love... I am promising you my heart I will not leave you till I have my breaths..."... Disha smiled and said "I will never leave you Raj, you will always be my first love..." .. "Love, I want to make love with you today" Raj said and Disha's face became reddened and her cheeks became hot.. she nodded only and Raj kissed her lips.. they could feel the hotness inside each other.. Raj started to separate her jewelry from her body and started to unpin her sari... she gave her all the controls to him already... he undressed her and looked at her nude body.. her body was

They had confessed their undying love for each other, only for India to wake up with huge black dots all over her body the next two days and for their honeymoon phase to come to an end. Augustus didn't show up at India's room again that night, or the next after that. He had made the maids serve her privately instead of sharing meals with her. They didn't go on walks or secret romantic dates again. All it took was a little illness for his "undying love" to wither away.

The fire that courses through my body as he claims me in front of her is very inappropriate, but I kind of love it. India’s arms have dropped to her sides, and she’s panting. Now she’s the one barely hanging onto her anger, but he’s not done yet. “The Goddess has returned my mate to me and given us another chance in this lifetime. I won’t be marrying you, and if that’s a dealbreaker with the King, I won’t be taking the throne. I don’t care.” India is fuming, and I’m honestly surprised there isn’t literal steam coming from her ears and nose when she takes one more step toward us, pointing her finger at Roman and then me.

Sameera enters the room and joins the conversation. ZOHAIB (excitedly) Ammi, I have something to share with you too. I've found the love of my life in India, and I want both of you to come here and meet her. MRS. Sameera (surprised and curious) India? That's amazing, beta! We'd love to meet her. But are you sure about this? It's a big decision. ZOHAIB (confidently) Ammi, I've never been more sure about anything in my life. Maheen completes me, and I want both of you to see how wonderful she is. I can't wait for you to meet her and understand why she's so special to me.