Indian Love Novels & Stories

Remi and Scarlet are chilling looking at the classroom’s windows before classes start. “So.. did you?” Scarlet asked while fanning herself. “I think you’re right.” “In what exactly?” Scarlet looked bored as she said that. “I think I do have feelings for Chloe,” Remi said with a straight face. “Hmph.” Scarlet was at a loss for words but then she smirked and puts on her glasses again, “I’m a love master.” she said proudly. “But…” Remi got worried. “But??” Scarlet looked at Remi’s expression. So she could have a face like that, she thought to herself.

I was standing alone when a guy approached me. “Hey, beauty, what’s up?” he asked. “I’m cool!” I responded. “You don’t look like an American,” he said and I was like, was India written on my face? “Where are you from?” he asked. “I’m an Indian.” “Wow! I didn’t know India has such an angel. Can I get your contact? I will like to meet you again.” “I can’t, I’m married,” I responded. Was I saying too much? I was just trying to shun him.

Har gham sang tere sehna ji Main taa tere naal hi rehna ji Har gham sang tere sehna ji Jo jag se kaha na jaaye woh Mujhko bas tujhse kehna ji Sohna sohna itna bhi kaise tu sohna Sohna sohna itna bhi kaise tu sohna Tere ishq mein jogi hona Mainu jogi hona Sohna sohna itna bhi kaise tu sohna Tere ishq mein jogi hona.. Mainu jogi hona... When Abhimanyu found that all the time she was looking at him only, he can't help but blush. Constant teasings from Virat and Piya were making his condition worse. At this moment, he just wanted to grab her face and kiss her senselessly, telling the entire world that Yes! He loves her! And she is all his. Main laakh sambhal ke jaani

He must have heard me. I quickly put my mouth my hands over my mouth. Hoping the Edison's didn't hear me. Mr Edison clicked a button on the remote in his hands and the movie started. The cinema staff served us drinks and popcorn while we watched the movie quietly. The movie was really interesting with so many poetic lines and an amazing plot. It was exactly the kind of movie I liked. "A heart attack is nothing compared to the pain of love unmet" "What worth is my life if not mirrored in your gaze? What purpose has my heart if it no longer echoes your name? I long for love that is not mine. I long for something I can never get" "My heart is yours keep it safe, hold onto it until we meet again

how disgusting it is to start my day like this ' Ronn laughed at her comment he pulled had close and held her face in his palms " You have no idea how much I love you. Arohi gave a wide smile at him and again started stuttering. " But I love ladoo and only ladoo" Ranvijay laughed at her cuteness, and kissed her forehead, he picked her up in bridal style and settled her in the bed, As Ronn didn't have any idea what ladoo meant for her.... It's her only love, Siddharth Mehra. Author note

"Mr. Romeo had eyes for only one woman. Romeo only has eyes for Juliet. Vikram only has eyes for Subhadra." She giggled at that. "You're a smooth talker." "You would be the first person to say that." "So did I earn your number?" Subhadra thought about it. "You earned my I*******m." "Damn. It's fine. I*******m will do....for now." He winked at her and Subhadra looked around to see if anyone was observing them. Marriages were elder women's playground in India. It was the hub for gossip. But, luckily, no one was observing them.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

I called out. No answer. I moved closer to the door, positioning myself to the side. Careful. Always careful. I swung the door open— And stopped. A girl stood there. Indian. Young. Her skin a deep, smooth brown… her black hair tied neatly into a bun. She looked… calm. Too calm. She placed a basket gently near the door. Then looked up at me— For just a second. Our eyes met. And then— She ran. Gone. Just like that.

"If no one else wants to be your friend, I'll be your friend. From now on, I've got your back." She scratched her head bashfully when he stared at her. Upon second thought, she unhooked the keychain from her backpack and handed it to him with a dimpled grin. "Here. This is a friendship gift," she said. At that moment, the seed of love took root in Carter's heart. He had treasured that gift for many years. Now, staring at the keychain for what felt like an eternity, Carter finally placed it into a box. Sealing the box felt like he was storing away the love he had harbored for Misty over the past decade.

I should tell him that the thought of having a baby while being in love with my ex’s brothers makes me want to have a heart attack. Love. Is that what this is? I’ve barely been home for two months at this point, and in the span of that time, I’ve gotten to know Dane, Tripp, and Richie in ways I never thought possible. I’ve gotten to watch them open up to me. To my daughter. Do I love them? The fact that I can’t say no makes my breath catch in my throat. Maybe it’s just hormones. Maybe it’s all the sex and my baby fever pitching to an all-time high.