Indian Love Story Novels & Stories

"That girl's family was against their marriage, I think the reason was that uncle was in Indian army, and her family thought if something happened to uncle then their daughter's life would be ruined." "But nothing happened to Uncle?" Madiha's question made Zamin facepalm. "Obviously." "Wish they had married their daughter to Uncle. Poor him, he loved her so much that he didn't married, he lived his life loving her and in her memory. To love someone to this extent is very rare nowadays." Putting her chin on her plam, Madiha wonder. "Oh, Hello?" Zamin waved his hand in front of her, it wasn't his intention to made her fan of Dabir and she would completely forget about his love.

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Meanwhile, The waiter brought food and both of them had their food. When Dhiya was about to return home, Janu called her as she needs to talk something. Dhiya turned to see Janu and Janu came runningly and hugged Dhiya. Dhiya stood confusingly unable to hug her back. "Dhiya, do you know how much I love Akshadh? But he didn't love me back. He has an affair and he told me straightly. I love his genuineness. I can't give up my love. Whatever and whoever may be I can't give him. I need to marry him and spend my rest of life together with him happily," Janu whispered and tears rolled down from Dhiya's eyes moisten her cheeks.

Author's POV Believe it or not, we assume every tale is cliche until and unless we dive into it. Both above figures had a kind of part to play here which is cannot even say as cliche. This is the story of my most favourite couple. Yeah, it's a love story, obviously! And their love chapters start on a very very boring note. Him flying back to India and her liking post on I*******m of her friends. Most important, based on their real-life love series.

The tie clip inside was still delicate, and the card read: Safety, health, and mutual trust are the best marriage. After reading it, Shen Zeyan gently hugged me. Instead of an expensive gift, he took out a family agreement we wrote together: Communicate frankly immediately when encountering any problem, without hiding or bearing it alone; Trust each other firmly and not be influenced by external rumors or malicious videos;

--- "Hey... Sabse Bada Hai Prem Jagat Mein Prem Sada Kuch Dooja Prem Swayam Eshwar Ka Roop Hai Prem Hi Sachi Pooja" (Love is the greatest in the world. Love is unlike anything else. Love is itself the form of God. Love is the truest form of worship.) "Prem Sada Se Nirmal Jaise Behti Nadi Ki Dhaara Prem Ki Pavanta Ke Aage Natmastak Jag Saara" (Love is always pure, like a flowing river. Before the sanctity of love, the whole world bows.) "Jun Badali Mein Neer Base Hai

My throat tightened, the emotion creeping in like sunlight through clouds. “So, thank you,” I finished, looking at Ace. “For letting me steal our story and make it into something bigger. For being the reason I finally believed I could finish one.” The room broke into applause. Someone yelled, “Marry him already!” and I laughed through tears, shaking my head. Ace caught my gaze, blushing furiously, but smiling widely. In that moment, surrounded by laughter, love, and cat-themed chaos, I realized this was it. My story, our story, wasn’t just on paper anymore. It was alive.

I wasn't going to lie but damn did I want more than a kiss. Tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Dominic's hand left my throat and found themself in my hair. He had control tilting my head how he wanted it, deepening the kiss. The pace of the kiss becomes faster and sloppy. Without any warning Dominic lifted me from the floor. Wrapping my legs around his torso I was gone. His imprint strained against is pants wanting to get freed. It pressed against my throbbing core rubbing up against it. The friction against my core did wondrous to me a moan slipped out. Breaking away from the kiss we were out of breath. Leaning his forehead against mine he placed a chiseled kiss on my lips

', I nodded, fresh lines of tears dampening my cheeks. I'm Saanvi advait singh, a low class girl who married my prince charming, an actual prince but not everyone's story is fairytale, mine's not for sure...I never deserved his deception, hate, anger and disgust but I received this all as my wedding gift. I'm his wife but namesake wife and I'm nothing more than a servant of these giant four walls. And this is my love story build on pillars of hate, vageance and regrets! A sinless beauty often lures the darkest devils, obscured in an overcast waiting to ravage on her scrumptious body...

"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?