Ishq Ki Pehli Barish Novels & Stories

His question caught me off guard. "Think? I don't think it's appropriate for me to give you my opinion," I replied. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms again—his well-formed chest on display. I gulped, realizing he was expecting a response from me. "Mr. Ashgar, I don't know Mrs. Bruce well enough. I've only interacted with her for a few hours since yesterday and during the course of today's journey," I cleared my throat, feeling it dry up rapidly. "And let me be honest, 'Don't be venomous, Isa'—she has been quite arrogant since I arrived at the company yesterday morning, even before signing my contract. I can't imagine how frustrating it must be for you," he smiled briefly, then nodded

**The Greatest Love** The early morning light was just beginning to filter through the curtains, painting the room in soft shades of pink and gold. The air was quiet and still, but there was an electric current of anticipation running through it—a feeling of something momentous about to happen. Claire woke with a start, a sharp twinge of pain running through her abdomen. She gasped softly, clutching the bed sheets as she tried to catch her breath. The sensation was unfamiliar, more intense than anything she’d felt in the past few months, and it left her heart racing.

The Gerald i knew wasn't romantic. Time flew faster than i had imagined, i headed to Baron Avenue, and it was just as i had imagined! He smirked at me as soon as I entered, our eyes set on each other, he was dancing with some petty girls. I smiled brightly as i watched him. It was a bachelor's party. My reaction made him shocked, I walked towards him, dragging his ears with both hands, i had bought a pepper spray for the job, I sprayed a meagre amount into his eyes. I couldn't let him get blind, he wouldn't be able to walk to the wedding tomorrow.

Gulaab POV "Aankhen unki zheel ke jesi hai, Saaf Or gehri, Muskaan unki baadlo ke jesi hai, Ghani or jhuti, Jism unka ghaatiyo ke jesa hai, Vishal or Sthir, Chamak unki taaro ke jesi hai, Kaatil or nasheeli, Mohobbat unki nashe ke jesi hai, Chakle to ek baar fir or ek baar fir"

She couldn't help herself but kissed me back. I smiled while our lips were still tasting each other and I pinned her to the door, she didn't react and was still embracing me. It was damn hot! We were being naughty. Pinning her more to the door, we kissed passionately, soft and smooth. Time was like in slow motion, I never kissed a woman like this before. I could felt her catching her breath but it didn't stop us. I didn't know how long we were kissing but I love the way she was kissing me back, it was turning me on. But then unfortunately, a sudden knock disturbed us and she hurriedly pushed me.

I couldn’t say any other thing than apologize to her over and over again. "Shut up." She pulled back just enough to look at me, her hands fisting in my jacket. "Don't you ever do that to me again. Don't you ever-“ My mouth found her lips before she finished talking. The kiss wasn't gentle. It was desperate and messy and tasted like salt from both our tears. She made a sound against my mouth, like a sob mixed with relief, then kissed me back, like she was drowning and I was air. She pulled me inside. The door slammed behind us, and the next thing I knew my back was against it and her hands were everywhere- in my hair, on my face, fisting in my shirt.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

All her pleas, arguments and threats had fallen on deaf ears, she had never seen him so resolute and serious about anything before, he spoke to her only when she spoke to him and even then, he kept it brief and precise. Reaching for the sachet on the table, she took two tablets and swallowed with a glass of water, her head pounded like the inside of a train, ever since dad had announced his decision, it had steadily increased with the pressure, hate, anger and frustration that was building up inside her, it felt like her head would fall off, despite the makeup, her eyes were still a little puffy due to her intense crying. Marriage, she Farisha was getting married, the thought made her want t

That was way too weird. I had to make Miles go back and come see me in human form. There was no way I was going to give in first, so I decided to provoke him. I poked the black snake awake and started sweet-talking. "Hey, Blackie, I think I've been feeling kind of lonely lately." The black snake looked confused. "I think I wanna fall in love again," I went on. "The soft, romantic kind. Holding hands in the rain, kissing under the stars, then getting married and having a little girl I can dress up…"

Her heart was beating too fast, her face covered in tears, and my heart that never seemed to know how to react with her shattered into a thousand pieces at the look of pure sorrow in her tear swollen eyes. I tried getting her to talk, but she just clung. I was at a loss as to what to do, afraid I knew what she’d heard and yet not wanting her to utter the words with her beautiful lips. Lips that turned to mine in a frenzy. We’ve kissed before; in fact, since we both realized how much we enjoyed it in the last few days, we’ve practiced plenty. But this felt different.