Ishq: Not A Love Story Novels & Stories

Did He lack something in his performance? "What do you mean?" He asked her carefully. Isabel shrugged her shoulders out of his clutch, "I mean love doesn't happen like this, Mr D'Angelo. You must know the person to love him or her. But you don't know me and I don't know you. We are strangers to each other. This is not love." Viso mentally fumed but schooled his features to not show His rage to his face. He again grabbed her shoulders and shook her hard. "Then what is this? Tell me

Anything and everything, we never ran out of topics—celebrities, the fashion industry, music, business, school gossip, until we ended up discussing love. "Maybe that's how it is," I said, looking into the distance, as our conversation shifted to loveless marriages—those unions where people come together for money, convenience, or status but lack love, like mine with Adam. "What do you think?" I asked, looking at her. "Is that how you see it?" I nodded. "Why? So, you don't believe there's someone out there meant for you?" I laughed at her statement. "That's bullshit, Kyra. I thought you learned that by now."

She asked "Let me rephrase that for you..why are you at my home?" he looked at her bored She fidgeted with her fingers .. "well it is Issy's birthday..so... "Good stay in your boundaries"he snapped I sighed..well my heart did ache for her.. really bad She smiled You go girl! "Love has no boundaries.."she said He sighed.."again with the love shit " "Can I stay with you...?"she pouted "Follow me"he said with a dejected sigh...

The room laughed again, and Ace shook his head, smiling despite himself. “This book isn’t just about love,” I said. “It’s about finding your voice again, even when you think you’ve lost it. It’s about learning that family doesn’t have to understand you perfectly to love you completely. And it’s about realizing that sometimes, your muse doesn’t look like inspiration from afar, they look like a man covered in soot, trying to pretend he doesn’t secretly love cats.” The laughter rolled once more, gentle and warm. My throat tightened, the emotion creeping in like sunlight through clouds.

Farhad Qureshi. He leaned back in his chair, swirling the liquid in his glass, his calculating gaze fixed on the scene unfolding. His lips curved slowly, dangerously, into a smile. “Oh,” he whispered to himself, voice a low hiss of satisfaction. “So the unshakable Ishtiyaq Khan… bleeds for her.” He chuckled under his breath, savoring the revelation. “The woman in the wet ivory saree. His weakness, so brazenly displayed before the world.”

She had hated him at first, hence the reason why she’s always frowning at him. She could still feel the brush of his fingers the first time he dared to hold her hand…. hesitant, shy, then certain. The way he whispered her name, fragile, as though it belonged only to him. There were stolen laughs in quiet corners. Secrets traded in fading light. Kisses that promised forever. Her chest tightened. She pressed her fist to her heart as the sweetness twisted into chains. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t rip him out. even though she believed her love for him was gone, but their storyline is what have kept her world haunted.

The light in his eyes died instantly. But I didn't stop. "You said that sleeping apart for a week meant automatic divorce. So every time we fought—no matter who was wrong—I was the one who apologized first. Why? Because I loved you. And you took that love and used it to control me. "Do you really think we ended up here just because of Katie?

Ronan smirked, his voice a gravelly purr. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he towered over her. "Are you really that desperate for your husband’s touch that you’d crawl into my bed and strip for me?" "Finn, I don’t understand why we sleep in separate rooms when we are married.” Larissa leaned her head back, her vision blurring as she looked up at the sharp, dangerous line of his jaw. "Finn..." she breathed, ignoring his chuckles. She reached up, her fingers trembling as she traced the shell of his ear, sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck. "Stop playing and stop being so... mean."

"Please babe... let's talk and trash this thing ones and for all ... come open and let me in please ... you know I truly love you, right ... ? " In anger, Shane stood up again and went back to the door, saying ... " What is your problem ... ? Please leave me alone ... go meet your boyfriend for I know he is your boyfriend ! " Mira then replied ... "Believe me please... he is not my boyfriend Shane... you are the only man in my life, trust me ! "

“Yeah, that’s my mum.” An awkward silence accompanied the next minute as they both stared at each other, not saying anything, and to her utmost surprise, he leaned in and kissed her on her lips. Even her gifts didn’t see that coming. To say she was shocked was an understatement. Isha was beyond words. She knew the brothers each had a thing for her, but she didn’t think any was that serious, not just to kiss her, but to kiss her in public, risking anyone seeing them. It was a short kiss, but she didn’t fight it. She was too stunned. He still gave her the same sweet look when he was done, and he spoke. “I have feelings for you, Isha. I don’t know if it's love, but I know it’s something, and we