Indian Romantic Novels & Stories

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

Her adamancy to get married at the temple without her parents' consent is something I don't oblige to. I know I made a promise to her that I'll help her unite with her love, but did that statement make her go into doing something foolish? I've seen cases like this In every Indian movie I have watched, the ignorant bride, goes against her family to be with the one she loves, however her dreams of having a happily ever after make it unthinkable to believe that True love exists. I might not be an Indian. fuck. I don't think I'll ever get enough of their prolonged drama series.

And we can look at instances such as - calling yourselves romantic names rather than your real names". I scoffed and almost laughed and Ryan noticed. Romantic names indeed. "Yes - it's one of the spices of a relationship. You shouldn't just go ahead calling each other by your names. You can make use of something like baby, sugar, sweetheart, love, and all that..." "Ma'am" I suddenly cut in and raised my hand. Oh, God! I didn't even realize when I did that. "Yes ma'am Bethel? Do you have something to say?" The counselor asked and I slowly stood up.

He said. " Bye!! " I said and Disconnected the call. " I am sorry, you were saying something?? " I asked the cab driver. " Have an enjoyable stay ma'am. I would suggest that you visit Khajjiar. Khajjiar is also known as Mini Switzerland of India, it would be the best romantic trip. " He said. Romantic trip?? Alone?? " Sure!! " I said as I didn't have to tell him that. We reached the cottage, it was much more beautiful than my imagination, was mesmerized by its beauty. It would have been a perfect one for a romantic honeymoon...

"Mr. Romeo had eyes for only one woman. Romeo only has eyes for Juliet. Vikram only has eyes for Subhadra." She giggled at that. "You're a smooth talker." "You would be the first person to say that." "So did I earn your number?" Subhadra thought about it. "You earned my I*******m." "Damn. It's fine. I*******m will do....for now." He winked at her and Subhadra looked around to see if anyone was observing them. Marriages were elder women's playground in India. It was the hub for gossip. But, luckily, no one was observing them.

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

“Well, we've established a fact about Pritam. An encouraging start. Let's go now get back to your work. With entertainment. She raised her eyebrows in an exaggerated tone of quest. — Have you heard of Bollywood? — Knowing that she was attracted to men magnanimous, he wondered what could be bigger and more glamorous than Bollywood. he would be a Bollywood face. A surprised, satisfied laugh. — Indian films. Pompous musicals that go on for hours. - Yes. Have you seen any? Like them? “Some, with my friend Nav. Her eyes glittered with mischief. – He is Hindu-Canadian and has a relative in India who works in Bollywood. He doesn't really like movies.

“Oh God, stop. I’m dizzy.” “It’s okay. I gotcha.” He sat on the steps with India straddled on his lap. He picked up the bundle and it jingled. “What’s this?” “A present. I realized I never did any romantic dating type crap for you. I didn’t bake you cookies, or surprise you with a picnic—” “But the caramel incident counts as romantic. So does the whipped cream. And you showin’ up buck-assed nekkid except for a pair of boots counts as the height of romantic behavior.”

He was now holding my hand and rubbing it gently. "Tell me do you need some help??" "No, thanks I can help myself." "I mean do you need a hand??" He chuckled and I knew why he was saying that. "Will you please stay quiet right now??" "Oh, I am quiet love." I was working and he suddenly kissed my cheeks and went out. I was not expecting that but it was good. He was being too romantic and loving and I didn't know why But I was feeling uncomfortable. Being an Indian girl. Despite so many comforts in life. I still was shy about this relationship open romance.