Indian Love Novels & Stories

“Every morning I fall in love with one or the other thing about that person. Sometimes, it is his childish fetish for luchi and aloo bhaja that I fall in love with, sometimes, it is the smell of his shirt or his fingers that he runs through my hair, sometimes, it is his voice or the way he recited John Donne: ‘For God sake hold your tongue, let me love/Or chide my palsy, or my gout,/My five gray hairs, or ruined fortune flout’, sometimes, it is his undying conviction on his chosen path or his unfailing trust in the goodness of things, sometimes it is his hugs and kisses. Thakur! What am I saying? No, it’s fine na? We are both woman, we both have husbands and sons….we are same. In pleasure an

Not wanting to look any close to that need of mine I looked at the watch and noticed that Gavin was late. I went to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment and looked across the sea. It was calm at this time of the day, the beach beside it also didn't have many occupants. Few teenagers were partying, few garbage pickers were loitering and then there was a couple sitting near the waves. As I looked, I noticed more things. I saw how the couple was mostly out of sight from probably everyone on the beach, sitting behind the two adjacent trees. The female's wrists had red bangles and the male played with them, appearing content. Then in a sudden moment the female hugged him tight and h

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.

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Yashvir asked again, his voice extremely husky. "Yes," she said in determination. "I love you, Yashvir." "I love you too," Yashvir smiled, before moving down again. He unhooked her lehenga and pulled it off, leaving her completely naked in front of him. He took off his shalwar as well, tossing it aside, as their now naked bodies pressed against one another. Yashvir kissed her stomach, and she squirmed, but did not stop him. He moved down to her thighs, kissing and nibbling the inner part, making her moan loudly. Yashvir grinned mischievously, as he held her thighs apart, and licked her skin. She squirmed and shivered, moaning his name loudly. "That's like my girl." He continued for a while,

,I beamed. I felt so happy and kissed him on his cheek. "Love you soo much Krish " "God you are making me crazy woman " ******** (Note: Di means sister in Hindi language Bhai means Brother)

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

It'll surely reveal a huge portion of my back. While I'm dressing up, I can't help but process the fact that Adam has never been in love before. Is he saying the truth? Or he's trying to make it all up? He can't be lying. I know for sure he has sincerely said that. One can never make up when it comes never being in love. If they have been. They will say the truth. It would be such a shame to lie for such a thing. It brings out a nervous piece of shake inside me knowing I have been but I totally forgot the feeling. It's not kike it would be the same with Adam. People have different ways of falling in love with it. I hate to even call it falling. I rather say I'm feeling in love.

She has to get back to office, but I know she wouldn’t do that before she meets Nivedita. I can tell that she really wants to meet her. Gandhinagar—another thirteen-hour drive stares us in the face. I wish we could’ve taken buses like Ritam did every fifteen days to meet his crippled sister. But, instead, we have Shrey’s creaky, rotten car. 15 November 2010 ‘When you know that your happiness is like a sacrificial lamb for the happiness of the person you care about, you should realize that you’re in love. The most incurable form of love.’

He said, his breath fanned her skin. “Stop, someone might walk on us!” Mishka breathed, pushing him back, but Christian didn’t budge. Christian groaned for breaking their intimate moment. “That’s what I hate about Indians!” He said, and Mishka pushed him, mustering all the strength in her. “What do you mean?” She snapped at him, and Christian pursed his lips. “I mean that they never show their love publicly. Always shy to display their affection,” He said and Mishka rolled her dark brown orbs.