Novel & Cerita Indian Romantic Novels

"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.

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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 🤭😉. I hope you enjoyed it reading as much I enjoyed it writing 😘🥰

I had read way too many romance books lately—that was the only logical explanation. Indy had given me one at first, saying it might help me understand relationships better. Then I had read another. And another. And another. Somewhere along the way, my brain had decided that cooking for the man you liked and bringing it to his workplace was a perfectly normal and romantic thing to do. It didn’t help that Algard was engulfed in a romantic atmosphere these days. Everywhere I looked, there were posters and banners for the upcoming wedding of Rome and Indy. The entire city seemed to be talking about it, their excitement impossible to miss.

“I really need to get into that orientation program. If I pass the final test and get the certificate, I will be eligible to qualify directly for the final interview for any international finance company.” “Yeah, it won’t matter to you, Arya, but it matters the world to me,” Raghu added to Sri’s sentiments. We sat there for another two hours during which I finished another book. “You really devour these romance books like food,” Sri smirked. “This cover,” I pointed at one of the sexiest covers that I had ever seen – a semi-naked couple in an intimate embrace, making out in the rain in a forest, “And this title is nowhere allowed in my home back in India. So, I want to read the entire collect

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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'.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

Sometimes, it creeps in silently… like a crack in a glass vase — invisible at first, but deepening with time until it shatters completely. I was twenty-seven when I married Ravi. He was everything my parents had wanted — tall, soft-spoken, working in an IT company with a foreign assignment history. Our horoscopes matched, and our families exchanged sweets and garlands like people passing on fragile dreams. I wasn’t in love with him when we married, but I believed I would grow into it. That’s what Indian women are told, aren’t we? "Love happens after marriage, son.," they said. Love comes later — after the sindoor, the rituals, and the sacrifices.