Ishq Mohabbat Aur Junoon Novels & Stories

Neev Agnihotri- Our male protagonist. 29 years old businessman. He is ruthless and is burning in the fire of revenge. Aarohi Verma - Our female protagonist. 21 years old . She is a very sweet innocent girl . She is epitome of beauty which is gonna burn in the fire of revenge. Aakash Verma- Elder brother of Aarohi . Loves her with all his heart . But is the main reason for her miseries.

neither hunger nor anything else. "You did not eat anything for two days. you will faint!" She said worriedly. "I want some relaxation. mom! Please don't force me." Sia was irritated by her affection. She denied and ascended the stairs. Patricia saw her back desperately. The sound of the door slamming startled Patricia. After the shower Sia's hair was wet. She did not dry it and laid down on the bed. She was feeling feverish. She ate medicine. She felt her head was about to burst through in pain. She took a nap for a moment. A message ringtone broke the silence in the darkroom. She glanced at the phone. She saved his number by the name of Devil.

He kissed my eyes and stated in teasing tone, " You would always cry whenever I call you as fool.. But, most of the time, you are behaving like a fool.. Stupid gundu.. I planned to marry you again because you always stated that to marry beautiful and attractive girl.. Therefore, I thought to marry you again to make you understand you are most beautiful and attractive girl for me in this whole world.." After hearing his words, I felt like I had achieved all the happiness in my life and cried in happiness.. He looked at me with worried expression and spoke out in sad tone, " Don't cry gundu.. I can't see you tears.." I nodded happily and held his face and brought his face close to my lips and

My poor mother died without ever knowing the truth. "Baby," he said, "I really did mean to take revenge on you. But slowly, I fell in love with you. I love your face. I'm addicted to your body. Even though I was trying to make you suffer—do you have any idea how much I was suffering too? "I thought you were my half-sister, so I buried my feelings. You don't know how happy I was when I saw you had a rare Rh-negative blood type. "Baby, I've let go of the hate now. I fell for you a long time ago.

Hearing this maheen nobbled her head and says Khushi he is sameer my brother. Sameer, she is Khushi, my friend. She is our junior. Khushi and sameer looks at each other and shak there hands Three of them talked for a while and went towards their class. On the other side vihaan looks at sukoon who was just came out from the bathroom how much i love you ask your own heart You are the one who has given my heart, my life is yours how much i love you ask your own heart

Agatha stepped into her space, wrapping her arms loosely around Lexie's waist and pulling her close. "Are you happy, Multimedia Idol?" Agatha whispered, her eyes dark and full of a fierce, eternal devotion. Lexie reached up, her fingers tangling in the soft hair at the back of Agatha’s neck. "I have never been happier in my entire life, Writer Girl." She leaned in, pressing her lips against Agatha's in a slow, deeply passionate kiss that tasted of absolute peace, secure boundaries, and a love that had defied every single rule to survive.

Chills or tears cause red lips to tremble. “I hate you, Rose. I’m so ashamed of myself that my heart chose you. I’m wrong for the second time. You have no heart. It’s lies, our moments, and love. Tell me you never loved me once.” Don’t do that, please. Your love is enough to make me both weak and strong. “Never.” “What do you want me to do?” So easy, baby. I offer him a napkin, but he turns his head. “Stop this marriage.”

Is that even love? He humiliates me, abuses me physically and mentally, says demeaning statements against me, don't care about me and my consent. Kisses me, hugs me forcefully and doesn't even let me smile without his permission. Does this guy really love me? Is love like this? I then turned around just to look at Arhaan. He was gleefully smiling as he drove like he had achieved something expensive in his life. His happiness was something different, like when you win a trophy. Was I just a trophy to him? A commodity? An object?

"You're not angry at me, why is it like this? Why did you do all those things to me then?" "I'm not angry at you, not just you, people like you." "People like me?" "Zhymian, can you just leave me alone? I want to rest." She was about to turn around again when I spoke up. "Wait!" "What now?" It was clear from her voice that she was extremely irritated with me. "What-" "Was the kiss earlier really nothing to you? Did you not feel anything or anything?" She furrowed her eyebrows. "It was nothing. How many times do I have to repeat it to you? What am I supposed to feel?"

But something in me warned me to be careful, beneath his handsome face and kind words lies a cold-blooded killer. This could all be a plan, and I knew for a fact that he did not trust me one bit. He could be planning to melt me with his words, and then at the right time, he would strike. I clenched my jaw and looked at him. “Thank you, Fenrir. Now let us get down to business, how do I prove my loyalty and earn your trust?” I asked, my voice filled with determination.