Italian Love Stories Novels & Stories

Is that what is called LOVE? ***

It should be with someone else, someone who can actually offer me the love I need. Maybe that’s why I want to go to Italy. To see Verona and Tuscany. Italian men are passionate. That’s exactly the kind of love I want. Even if I don’t find the love of my life there, a one-night stand wouldn’t be the worst idea. At least I wouldn’t die as a virgin. I let out a loud sigh of relief, as though that was enough to ease the tension gnawing at me. My gaze drifts to the food I had prepared earlier. The steam has long since faded, and I’m sure it’s already cold.

Sometimes, it creeps in silently… like a crack in a glass vase — invisible at first, but deepening with time until it shatters completely. I was twenty-seven when I married Ravi. He was everything my parents had wanted — tall, soft-spoken, working in an IT company with a foreign assignment history. Our horoscopes matched, and our families exchanged sweets and garlands like people passing on fragile dreams. I wasn’t in love with him when we married, but I believed I would grow into it. That’s what Indian women are told, aren’t we? "Love happens after marriage, son.," they said. Love comes later — after the sindoor, the rituals, and the sacrifices.

It is not until he stiffens and shoots his seed deep inside me that he notices something is wrong. 'Dai, piccola, di solito non sei così fredda. Sai che posso farti stare davvero bene.' [Come on, baby girl, you are not usually this cold. You know I can make you feel so good.] I don't think he even realises he is talking to me in Italian. The language of love, so they say. This is not love.

"I can always tell when you're not giving me the whole story." "There is no story," Valerie insisted, "Now can we please talk about something else? How was Italy? You and Sophia are both traitors, you know right? Abandoning me here because of that fairytale thingy you call love? Romance? You two definitely need help." Karen laughed, “You’re definitely the one in need of help here, honey. Loving someone is like the most amazing thing in the world, you just have to loosen up and give it a try. You’re young, beautiful, successful, elegant…”

I laughed a bit eccentrically but thankfully it was brief. “ Hmmm,” “ Unrequited love sucks,” I cussed. “ The truth is, I went through a lot of stress to come to Italy because of a guy I fell in love with but then he's getting married. Funny, right? I'm not exactly used to rejections,” I giggled before finishing the entire glass of vermouth and ordering for more. “ Worst thing is I've chased him and I still am but he doesn't even bat an eye at me, to be more precise, he looks at me with disdain. And even though I know he has a wife, I still want him,” I clenched my fist.

She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend." Damn, she always gets me, I hate the fact she always gets to my head. She turned back and was about to leave when I stop her, I walked towards her and stood right in front of her, staring into her eyes "For your kind information Maria, you are the pathetic one, not me, if I remember clearly, Kyle didn’t cheat on me, actually, we were playing each other." I said before I looked at Kyle. It hurts me to lie but I have no other choice, I

Vincenzo huffs, but he finally loosens his posture, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “Our love lives are boring, Elena,” I hear him say as I watch Riccardo pull out a seat to sit. “Lies,” I shoot instantly. Vincenzo blinks. “Excuse me?” “You three? Boring?” I snort. “That's statistically impossible. Three rich, dangerously attractive Italian men with Mafia bloodlines? No. You absolutely have stories.” Riccardo bite down a smile. Nico leans forward. “Alright then. If we’re exposing things, let’s start with Enzo,” he say in a teasing tone.

He had the cutest grin on his lips " Scarlett " he started and at the sound of his voice, my heart was already aching with love " I love you and you have brought so much happiness into my life, thank you for loving me as I am and accepting me as your husband. I promise to walk by your side forever, to love, to help, and encourage you in all that you do. I will take the time to talk to you, to listen to you and to cherish you. I promise to dream with you, to fulfill your dreams and to celebrate every area of life with you " he stopped and now tears are in my eyes as I try to keep a straight face. " Scar, to have you in my life is already a blessing and I wouldn't want anything or anyone else

“I understand, but I would miss you, Frankie. I rubbed my feet against him playfully. — I would miss you too, but you know why I can't stay. He hurt me many times. — What's a little love without heartache? — he said with a sad smile. —The Italians have an expression, ' l'amore non è bello se non è litigarello. ' It means a little fight every now and then makes a good relationship. May you emerge stronger for it. — Fights? — I snort. — He locked me in a dungeon, left me on a yacht in the middle of a hurricane and banished me to live under guard where I was kidnapped.