Indila Love Story Novels & Stories

Inder cupped Amayra's chubby cheek, leading her to have the girl look at him. "Okay, listen to this carefully. I'll just say it once. There is no repetition. Understand?" Amayra nodded in understanding, then she looked at Inder seriously. "I, love you. More than anything! So don't even think if I'm just playing tricks on you. Back then I didn't say it because I still had doubts about my own feelings, but now I'm sure that Inder Mahendra loves Amayra Catra. Understand now?" Amayra blinked for a while, Oh God, this is really her Inder Mahendra right? His inner disbelief. Amayra tries to find a lie from Inder's eyes, but nothing. The man looked serious about his remarks.

She continued snottily, “Oh please, grow up. After all those girls he met in London, you think he still wants you? And he’s seeing someone else, anyway. His new girlfriend has come back with him to Tanzania. He doesn’t want to see you.” “No way!” Suhaira snapped, “You’re just making things up.” “He’s been back a week and I haven’t noticed him calling you? And you still think he actually likes you? You really are naive.” “David would never do that to me. He loves me!” Suhaira retorted. “Ok then, go see for yourself.” She pointed in the general direction of the first floor and Suhaira marched up, her heart thudding.

I took a deep breath before even opening my mouth, starting my story telling in a smile so she could not feel so heavy at first. "Once upon a time, there was a servant named Isla who fell in love with a prince. She was brave enough to confess her love to Kiro, the son of the King. Even though she was so young and doesn't know what the real meaning of love is, she still took a chance and because of her brave nature, she told the prince her feelings but she did not ask him to like her back. The prince was so shocked about it and told her that he always admired her beauty the moment he saw her that day when they first met. Isla was overjoyed that she asked Prince Kiro if they could be together

"A love that defied the odds and forged a bond strong enough to withstand even the darkest of times." As they continued to explore the contents of the box, they uncovered a series of scrolls intricately bound with silken threads, each one bearing witness to the love story that had transcended centuries of hatred and prejudice. With bated breath, they unrolled the scrolls, their eyes scanning the handwritten passages that recounted the trials and tribulations faced by Draven and Lysandra, the star-crossed lovers who had dared to defy the norms of their time.

Earlier. After their heated argument, Adrian had retreated to Italy, seeking solace in his mother’s company and the familiar rhythm of business at Cagliari Industries. The trip was intended to be a period of both personal and professional reflection. It offered him a chance to delve into Ashleigh’s background, to sift through her family’s history and their business dealings. Adrian reminded himself that his primary goal for marrying Ashleigh was to further his own ambitions. Her feelings, whatever they might be, were merely a means to an end. He resolutely chose not to address her probing questions about his emotions, as he had no answers that would satisfy her or himself.

Not to mention men made a lot of dirty jokes. Of course, she had declined them because none of them held her attention and Islinda was a romanticist. She wanted a man who would love her and together they would have a family and a happily ever after. Yeah, a fairytale love. Perhaps, the reason she hasn't been interested in any man so far was because she had been waiting for Valerie to come along. Suddenly, her eyes hardened with resolve but even as strong as she appeared to be, her voice still shook.

“Well… since the last time.” “The last time?” Indra repeated, a sly smile forming. “Are you falling in love?” Seraphina nearly choked. “In love?” “Sounds like it.” “I’m not in love with anyone,” she said quickly, almost too quickly. Her cheeks turned a shade too pink. “Stop saying nonsense, Indra.” Indra smirked. “You sure? Because you’re glowing like a woman who—” “Indra!” “Alright, alright,” Indra laughed, tossing the scarf aside.

I replied honestly. We sat on a bench beneath a blooming cherry tree. He cradled me in his arms, whispering stories from his youth—stories I knew he’d never shared with anyone. He told me about his parents,the fire, the promise he made to his father to marry Lilian, the pressure of becoming a man too soon. “I never let anyone in after they died,” he confessed, staring up at the stars. "Not even your wife?" " No. I cared for her even if I married her out of obligation. I thought maybe someday I might love her but."

My heart was thundering. “I want to love you without conditions. Without deadlines. No paperwork. No contracts.” He pulled out a small box from his coat pocket. Inside was a simple white gold ring, adorned with a small diamond. Elegant. Timeless. “Sienna Rodriguez… will you marry me again? For real this time. No rules. No terms. Just love. Just us.” Tears immediately welled in my eyes. My voice trembled, but the answer came naturally. “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you, Denver Thompson!”

"I worked so hard to get where I am! I can't go back to being what I once was! I can't! "I'm begging you, Hylton! For the sake of our past relationship, let me go this once! I'll do anything for you! I'll be your maid if that's what it takes. Please!" She clung to his leg, begging pathetically, exposing every ounce of her desperation and weakness. But Hylton remained unmoved. He simply raised his foot and kicked her off him with force. "Past relationship?" He scoffed as if it was the biggest joke in the world. "When you went after Lina like that, did you think about that? Well, all you need to do is atone now."