Ishq Aatish Novel Novels & Stories

Ganesh and Ayush went with Shree sir. After breakfast, Akshita looked completely different. Her way was not normal. Nothing more but her non stop dimples. I was eager to know who she was trying to seduce. " I thought it's all for Ganesh." " Ganesh, he had an innocent, kind, personality." " Where? Are you out of mind? He was innocent. " "I thought so!" " Earlier he was cracking vulgar jokes." " Ohk but ," " No, it's definitely for him."

I'm into someone you're not. Those words was carved in my heart and mind. I can't shove them away. I wonder what kind of a man he is. "Can we talk?" I asked Athijha who was staring at nothingness. She jolted in surprise. I can't wait anymore. I can't stand still without knowing the reason why. Without asking you. Her eyes reflected the dancing leaves but pain and restlessness seems to dance better in her green eyes. Her body relaxed a bit when she realized that it was me.

The clock just strikes 12 in the midnight when I heard some gasps in the kitchen. The lights were still off but the shadows I saw were facing each other that looks more like they’re talking. “This is ridiculous, Devin. I hate the fact that it is the first time you’re doing it and she isn’t even interested with you as what I can see. Let’s just stop this. There are still many other women who will die for you. I don’t understand why you fall in love with such woman who isn’t part of our circle. I hope you’ll come up to your senses very sooner because I don’t see the real Devin anymore”.

Joyce sadly asked. “No, Joyce.” Kashmir said. “I’m confused.” Joyce said with her brows furrowed. “I don’t love Connor.” Kashmir shook her head incessantly. “So, you still want your husband?” Joyce furrowed her eyebrows. “I am confused right now, Joyce” Kashmir tears gather again in her eyes. "I still love my husband, but I have another man in my heart." Kashmir admitted. “In the deepest recesses of my heart, I found that I still love Amir” Kashmir smiled faintly while Amaro’s lips twitched and Ishmael grinned.

she was void of emotions, void of words to describe what is happening with her. he looked so unknown to her, it was like a stranger was using her body to get pleasure. She searched for the Sanjiv, who had promised her never to hurt her, the Sanjiv who showed himself as a perfect gentleman who seeks permission from her before touching her. the Sanjiv who assured her with a respectful place in his heart. Sanjiv with whom she was in love. Yes, she was in love with him, SHE WAS. but not anymore. it was almost one hour, when he finally chose to end the touch with climaxing together, koushalya hated her body for this, but it wasn't her fault though.

So I decided to read my favourite novels. After an hour or so, there was a knock on the room door. "Esha....." Aadhvik called. What the hell? He still didn't sleep? I went and opened the door. He saw me and my novel. "You didn't sleep?" He asked. "You thought I would? You ruined my sleep. Get out from here. Where is Mishika?" "She slept hardly. I thought of coming and calling you." He said sitting on the bed. "It's okay Mr. You don't have to waste your precious time on your wife. She is not worth it you may leave!" I rolled my eyes.

Read them one by one. Until his eyes stopped on a page that told about the woman's feelings, “I'm tired of being Dad's bridge to achieving his projects. Am I that despicable? Even now, I have to serve a lustful man like Atma and hurt my sister's heart. I don't love this man, God. Wouldn't it be possible if I had the man I've been after for a long time? Will he accept me? Accepting a dirty woman like me God, if Bram is the man who will be my companion, then I ask you to make my path easier. I want to marry him and end all the sins I have committed so far. Lord, I want to escape from the trap of Atma and Father."

My body curled again as I shut my eyes tight when he swiftly plunged himself inside me. "Look at me, Atasha," he mumbled hoarsely. I couldn't help but hold onto his chest. I slowly woke up and was stunned for a moment when our eyes met again. I don't know if I'm just imagining it, but his gaze is strange. It was soft, and there was a hint of . . love?

she screamed at her brother. "Does Dad know why I married her?" Aditya questioned. "He says that you love that witch," Akshita responded in a rude tone. "Love," Aditya chuckled, "I hate her from the bottom of my heart. After all, she is a Chandravanshi." Akshita looked at Aditya, completely confused by his words and not being able to understand his intentions. "We don't have just political rivalry, you know that, right?" Aditya questioned.

I hissed. Why can't she understand that I can't live without her? She's the love of my life and I love her like crazy. Why doesn't she understand that I need her here, with me? I need her, waiting for me every evening when I return from home. I need her to cook for me, I need her to fuck so that I could get rid of all of the frustration that I had to go through at work. I needed her to keep me sane so how the fuck could she run away from me? This was not done, Mrs Awasthi. FLASHBACK