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Mishka said and Christian held her hand, intertwining their fingers. “You regret your decision?” The host asked. “Absolutely, and I’ll regret it till the last breath of my life. He was a blessing in disguise, but I didn’t recognise him and bring misery to myself and to him.” Mishka answered. “I was his even when I had our memories and he was mine even when he forgot if I ever existed.” The host smiled, looking at them, “Moving to the next one. Is My Indian Wife a real love story or should I ask if it’s your story?” She arched an eyebrow.

“One sister. Anika Suryavanshi. Final year in college. Lives at home.” “Financial status?” “Middle-class. No loans. No legal issues. No hidden assets. Savings are modest. Lifestyle is simple.” I leaned back slightly. Clean. Too clean. No scandals. No chaos. No drama. Just a structured, predictable family that functioned on routine and emotional stability. Aadhya didn’t come from broken spaces. She came from a world that worked. “And the proposal?” I asked. Suraj looked down at his screen again. “Name — Rohan Iyer. Software engineer based in Bangalore. Family approached Aadhya’s parents last week. He’s in Mumbai currently.”

Like she was almost lost herself when she saw him. Inside of her mind after seeing XW, started singing an Indian Bollywood song of Shahrukh Khan from (MAIN HUN NA movie - Tumhe jo maine dekha) {' You're here, I'm here as well Come closer so that I can say Why is that within a moment I went crazy for you When I saw you When I understood you Whatever sense I had, that has gone The fragrance of your body Is awakening some magic My heart went restless and lost control When I thought about you

It's called love . In Love with her husband. In Love with the king of Gadh, Rajasthan India . She was in the love with every little things of Abhimanyu that made her cry in pain , that gave her tears. Abhimanyu's memories was messing with her normal life but she was working hard for her graduation . . Only few months more and then she would graduate and entered into the post graduation stream

Isha is his first love and will be his last love so he never wanted to lose her. Isha is the daughter of his father's driver. They met during their college days when she visited his house with her father. At first, they hated each other but gradually they fell in love. Everyone was surprised when they inform that they were dating because of their social class difference. But it wasn't an obstacle for their relationship. So now she is his girlfriend for 4 and half years. He promised her that he will come back and marry her on the day he left India and came to New York to complete his studies. He can clearly remember Ishu's face when he boarded the plane. He can' t break his promise that he

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 actually pouted like our old kid-Mateo. Shalini laughed ruffling his hair. "We will. Because the shopping for Indian wedding takes months. I will send you the card and both of you get your asses to Chennai no matter wherever the hell you are." "Yes mam," Mateo and I said in unison. I am not sure if that Akash guy is correct to her or not. But she loves him dearly. He is the only guy she has ever loved. If this marriage makes her happy, then I am happy.

I spoke as I looked at the surprised and concerned expressions of Mr and Mrs Malhan. "It would have been much difficult if she got caught. I had to find a perfect moment when I could have brought to India. We lived together and in that timeline, we fell for eachother. The moment the danger of her life was washed away and we got an escape from the country, we reached India as fast as we could, and then, we married, so that, even if they tried to reach her again, they would walk of knowing that she's a member of Rathore family now. And then, she reached to you guys, as soon as she could." I concluded. I framed a story with some facts and a lot lies and told them and looked at them. They looked

I have read many love stories but mine is my favorite! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ I don't know how many of you have liked this chapter but after reading your comments in the previous parts I get to know that those who don't belong to India are enjoying the Indian culture, festivals, etc that I have described in this story and believe me guys I feel so happy and proud whenever you say that you are loving it as you get to know more and more about Indian culture. So I thought of writing one chapter on the grand Indian wedding and why not when it is our Ana and Rudra who was going to caged in the love of each other forever 🤭😉.

Both Bryan and Angela were so much exited to see each other, that they forgot people around may be watching them play romantically in the public. After that great feeling of 'I am sooo happy to see you', they both went into her house to sit and discuss. Angela hurriedly prepared and offered Bryan a very chilled juice to go with pizza snack. He asked his girlfriend to join him, and they both ate and enjoyed themselves. It was a very wonderful moment for the both of them to relish. Awaiting the parents of Angela, Bryan decided to make his intentions towards her known. He went straight to the point and said, "we both have come a very long way, and I would love to spend the rest of my life with