Indian Love Story Novels & Stories

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.”

It was late at night when Jonathan and Diana got out of the Gaddi. In silence, the two walked back to the hospital. The street was deserted and it seemed natural that they walked arm in arm and slowly. The night was beautiful and pleasant and so they could appreciate it better. In fact, that night seemed made for love. Jonathan's nearness began to exert a strange attraction on Diana... who wanted to get closer but steadfastly resisted. However, as they walked, his arm brushing against hers, their bodies very close, the desire increased and a climate was created between them that suddenly, out of the blue, he stopped and tightened Diana in his arms. With unexpected tenderness, he began to kis

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

I don’t. In those days this yearning…love…began when after much deliberation and strenuous efforts, the Seeker, that is the person who yearned for love, would succeed in securing frequent unblinking gazes from the Sought, whenever there was an opportunity. It would happen only when the Seeker would communicate their feelings to the Sought. It could be a formal face-to-face verbal proposal or a verbal message or a letter sent through a confidante. It was only when the Sought reciprocated those messages and feelings, with a formal acceptance popularly known as the YES, that love actually happened. A spontaneous, progressive, linear state of eunoia: that was what I had understood about love fro

“Honey, this time I promise to legalize you soon. But, please give me another 2 years. I think 2 years is enough for me to mature and solidify my mind to start a household. Right now I'm still not ready, I'm still afraid to start a marriage bond. I beg you, please tell your mama and papa. I'm serious, I won't ask for more time. It's March, right? In March 2 years from now I will propose to you soon. I will immediately fly to Jambi, propose to you. I promise!" Genta held Kaylila's hand. Kaylila's face looked disappointed. She failed to get the assurance that this year she will have to get married. Kaylila is afraid that if this year Genta doesn't marry her soon, mom and dad will soon find a m

well he is too. She came out of her chain of thoughts when I cleared my throat. She blushed again. We talked for some time about her and my family in India. She told me about her life in India and marriage with some monster husband and how she escaped from that hell hole and reached here in New York and met with her lover Arthur Conan Hemsworth. I felt pity and pride for her but she is also an inspiration to others. She has gone through too much. Love finds its way through anything, no matter where or with whom you are.

Niyati said excitedly. "Great then now I will begin the story," the man said happily. And he started narrating his story. Arjun Goenka a handsome, rich and brilliant student. He is not a womaniser he is finding a girl for himself who will love him as Arjun and not as Arjun Goenka, the rich man. He was about to lose the hope of finding love but the moment he saw her he fell for her. Ishani Sinha, a typical middle-class girl. Living in Mumbai with her sister Tani for studies, leaving her native city.

"I said no, so no!" "Ah you, I've recovered," Dita said, pursing her lips. "Okay, but if your leg hurts tomorrow, let me know." "Yes, thank you." said Dita happily, unconsciously running and hugging Radya's body. She could hear Radya's heart beating fast as she hugged him. "What's wrong with your heart?" Dita teased. "You're far away," Radya quickly pushed Dita's body gently so that she no longer hugged him. For some reason, being in contact with Dita made his heart race faster, plus his blood rushed. Is that what is called LOVE? ***

Something almost every woman goes through. The last time I had my period, the pain was so bad I couldn't even get out of bed. All I asked for was a glass of hot water. He called me dramatic. I laughed bitterly to myself. Love and indifference really are that obvious, even if nothing physical had happened between them yet. Three days passed. Ryan still hadn't come home. I didn't waste the time either. I started packing up my things, little by little. The house was his before the marriage, so I was the one who had to leave.

No corner of the room was left which didn't witnessed the passion burning the two souls that were meant to be one. Arpita melted like a candle under Aditya's intense touch and their love knew no bound as it was filling the void of a long time. The longing and desire erupted like a volcano. The room was filled with their moans and groans. Aditya was a lost wanderer who was coming back to his home (Arpita) after a long time. Whereas Arpita absorbed and drank his each seductive move like a thirsty traveller whose thirst got drenched after days and days of waiting.