Indian Romance 소설 & 이야기

I will marry you, yes. After putting the ring on her finger, Xander seamlessly drew her into his embrace and planted a kiss on her lips. The promise of eternity was mixed with the softness and tenderness of the kiss. Despite everything they had gone through—pain, heartache, and uncertainty—they had emerged stronger as a couple. Isabella's heart was full as she pressed her forehead against his as they separated. "Xander, you are loved." "I also love you, Isabella," he said in a heartfelt whisper. "Beyond anything else."

She couldn't move her body as they both locked eyes in total silence, their mouth not producing any words as they only communicated through their heart. With this silent love at first sight, Gen gulped hard, her eyes not able to live this stranger who made her knees weak with passion. "Why the stare lady?" His thick muscular voice brought her back into reality. Gen quickly adjusted herself and felt a bit embarrassed that she got carried away just by staring at this handsome man in front of her. "I am sorry about that" she quickly said in a husky tone, the feeling of silliness began to flood through her.

Armaan added. Inder was still comprehending what he realized from the look on Armaan's face. Armaan Verma is in love!! "Something doesn't add up, Armaan" Inder said. "It doesn't matter. Past is called the past for a reason. Now is what matters" Armaan said "You are in love" Inder said in an almost accusing tone. "Being in love is not a crime" Armaan was immediately on defensive mode. Inder gaped at him

All that clouded my mind was the overwhelming feeling of running along the woods and visiting my favorite stream once again, enjoying the cool warmth of nature just like before, and most importantly, meeting my sweetheart. Mate... Kisses. lol

A billionaire, Handsome, Soft hearted, sensible and mature first Prince of the Kingdom Gadh of India. His world revolves around his family as his heart beats for them and he can become a MONSTER if anyone even think to harm his families. ~CHANDNI Singh is a 24 years old girl from India, who lives in a cage named Society. She is a beautiful, brave, sensible and mature girl but she always lost every battle of her life in front of her parents who never cared about her, gave her the love and happiness that she deserves. This story is a romantic journey of two different people who stuck together in the most unexpected situation of their life that lead them to the aisle and tied them with seven vo

The fire that courses through my body as he claims me in front of her is very inappropriate, but I kind of love it. India’s arms have dropped to her sides, and she’s panting. Now she’s the one barely hanging onto her anger, but he’s not done yet. “The Goddess has returned my mate to me and given us another chance in this lifetime. I won’t be marrying you, and if that’s a dealbreaker with the King, I won’t be taking the throne. I don’t care.” India is fuming, and I’m honestly surprised there isn’t literal steam coming from her ears and nose when she takes one more step toward us, pointing her finger at Roman and then me.

“I’m alive. Everything’s fine. You get five more minutes to scream, but please remember I’m watching a breakup movie where people dance in the desert.” Maritza looked over with one raised brow. “Five minutes in and we already got a rain scene.” “Indian films don’t believe in emotional pacing.” I set my phone down. “They throw trauma at minute two.” We kept watching. The male lead had that annoying kind of handsome that made you want to slap him and hug him in the same breath. The heroine had those Bollywood-sad eyes, always on standby to unleash tears the moment the director twitched. Maritza scooped popcorn. “He’s pretending he doesn’t love her. What kind of guy does that?”

While he was still busy staring at my face while one hand was busy caressing my face and the other tightly holding me close to him. I wish I was wearing a chiffon silk saree and he had his hands on my waist, tickling me or giving a shiver down my spine while making patterns. The feeling would have been awesome and more melting than him keeping hand above my t-shirt right now. Indian wear is damn good in romantic moments to make the atmosphere more hearty and intense. Okay... I know I'm sounding quite cliché but what to do, this man does make me all dramatic and crazy. He makes my hidden sides out with that big die hard fan of Bollywood romance and its king 'Shahrukh Khan'.

launched the next day, and it climbed the chart of bestsellers within a day standing at the first position beating the record of their three days sell of the first book. Many readers at first believed that the word Indian used in the title referred to the unwanted drama and dragging the story with a cliché plot, and not particularly as per their taste, but the ever-growing demand for the book around the globe forced them to change their mind and try the cross-culture romance filled with important life lessons.

Singhania Mansion Mumbai, India Sanjana's POV: After our lovemaking, I am lying in Akshay's arms. He is in deep thoughts as he caress my back. "What are you thinking about?" I interrogated though I am fully satiated my curiosity not so much. "You have to know everything, don't you?" He teased while pinching my side breast. I squealed at his sudden attack. "Tell me." I demanded while holding his hand in order to prevent him from any tricks.