Novel & Cerita Indian Love Stories

At least I found a family where I'm loved and accepted. "You know Shayari , your bade abbu's love story is the most interesting one among us. He and his love, obsession and madness for his doll. Adwitiya bhabhi was a lucky girl but don't know was it her or their destiny that played the cruel part." Ryan chachu said. " is it? "Adeel bhai jaan (Azisha's husband) asked " Yes it is. They were so perfect for each other. I admired them more than abbu and ammi. And they also knew it. "Azisha Api

Dharani POV ************** "You know Akash, finally you succeeded in winning my heart completely. I want you and no one else because you mean everything to me. You have become a part of myself. You are my love and my husband. I cannot imagine my life without you. I could not hope for a better husband. Akash the half of our lives which we spent apart, we were not happy, but now we have to build a common future, in which there will be only happiness and love. You make me feel so special which no one has done before. The things you do for me show me that you are such a caring person and will love me till your last breath. You are my best friend, my soul mate, my lover, and my Prince Charming an

Finally, I asked him in a low voice. "I want you...I want to make love with you beautiful..." He tightened his grip in my waist and whispered in my ear. I blushed red by his shamless words and my heart skipped a beat and my eyes widened in disbelief. He is not that man whom i seen for those two years of our marriage life. How did he changed overnight??? What will be the reason behind this change??? Did he got afraid of grandma??? Does he like to humiliate me in this way??? All these question ran in my head one by one but to say the truth i really don't have a single answer for all these questions.

I could hear the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat. "I am waiting Cindrella don't play riddles."he made me look at him. "I want to visit India..."I said pecking his lips lightly.His body stiffened by shock .For a moment he didn't budge nor made a move . "I am serious Randhir..I want to visit her birth place and your ancestral home in Rajasthan."I said stroking his small hairs locks. And he pulled me for a long lasting lip lock. "Are we not breaking the stereotype

All the fear for the future disappearing with the welcome of a romantic and happy married life. THANKYOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS BOOK , SPENDING YOUR VALUABLE TIME AND MONEY IN MY BOOK , HOPE YOU LIKE IT. Follow me on instagram -"success2k6 ",for more story updates and information. You can also give me some suggestion guys.

So finally the moment which many of you were waiting for is here. Ruhi has finally confessed her feelings. And how many of you were shocked to see Advay and Samaira here...?? If you guys dont know who they are, then lemme tell you. Advay Sharma and Samaira Sharam are characters from my very first story " wet in the rain of love." It's a sweet romantic story, completely opposite of I H H. you all can find this story on GoodNovel only, after searching the same of the story or just visit my profile.

maybe not just friends more than friends but less than a couple! I knew one thing from a very young age I wanted a love story of my own like my parents. My parents' story was quite fascinating for me. My father fall in love with my mother in Delhi when he was going to the "Supreme Court" for some work. Back then my mother was a school teacher at a school in Delhi. They met in a restaurant in Delhi, the place was crowded at that time my mother was waiting for Malhotra uncle and my father was waiting for his colleague. Apparently, only one table was available at that time and there was raining outside so, they had to share a table and Baba started the conversation with Ma, Ma was nervous at fi

He said taking her hand, slipping the ring back on her finger and rounded his hand around her waist. “Sarah has no place in my life or in my heart.” He said, looking deep into her eyes and his eye travelled to her plump lips. “I really want you in my life!!” He cupped her cheek and kissed her again. “Now stop crying.” He wiped her tears. “Indian women are famous for making their husbands cry!” He said, and they both chuckled. “Get changed and sleep. We are getting married tomorrow.” He said and kissed her forehead before leaving while Riya turned into the deep shade of red.

It had not been half an hour since she had left work, but there were already many messages. Indira did not look at the man as she replied casually, "I don't care about that matter." Indira has had a tough life since she was a child and when her mother died, it got even tougher with debts left behind for her in absurd amounts. Her future was uncertain and she had long lost the fantasy of love and a beautiful marriage. Therefore, even if her future husband was the worst person than the criminals in prison so Rahayu Wiratama did the stupid thing of refusing the marriage, as long as Indira could earn a lot of money to guarantee her life and could make her grandmother live comfortably in her old

She whispered, this time in a much lighter tone. “You sure? But you are married to Raph” I asked, playing along with her games. “I don't love him,” she confessed. “ I decided to marry Raph because he is kind and he was the only channel I had to be with you, my love. You are the prize worth fighting for,” her gaze still fixed on mine as she leaned closer. “I love you and will fight the whole world to keep you,” she confessed again, anticipating a response. “I love you too,” I replied