Malayalam Romance Novels & Stories

Tamizh states gloomily "I don't like to be called that" Madhi rolls her eyes and asks in disbelief while tossing the blanket off of the coffee table "Really, Malar? Your full name is Tamizh Malar and you don't want me to call you by your name? I like to keep it simple. Malar means flower..and Tamizh is quite difficult for me to pronounce each time-" Tamizh huffs softly "You can't fold your tongue well in the first place to pronounce the alphabet so stop your dumb reasoning".

" What am I going to do now? should I apologise or what?" " Yes you should and make it romantic" Mr DiCaprio "Michael does the gym offer still open?"

She could see the love in his eyes and it melted her heart so hard that she couldn't help but let a tear roll down her cheek, her heart filled with so much emotion. Dennis stood, surprised to see her in tears, he wanted to say a word but he appeared so speechless. With their gaze fixed on each other, Cassandra slowly raised her hand and held Dennis face, more tears welling up in her eyes. Slowly, she brought his face closer to hers, their mouth almost meeting but immediately, Cassandra fainted, her eyes closed as nothing but thick darkness filled her.

the movie echoed. “Your kisses feel like vocalnic eruptions on my lips” he whispered to her ears. “Your caresses feel like furrows burying in deeply until I'm shivering”. “Yesss Nate,” the girl in the movie moaned. “Fuck me harder,” she responded. Belle had always been a die hard romantic. And even though she never admits it, she was a lover girl. Just as she kept watching her movie whilst she enjoyed feeling the wind in her hair and face, she suddenly heard a loud, yet familiar voice screaming at her.

into his mouth, the cheese powder staying in his finger then it licks its one by one, his eyes never leaving The volleyball game on the television. "When you met your meet, how.....how does it feel?"he asks me. "I don't really know how to describe it,"I said. It's true. I don't even know how to put it into words, all I know is that Rebecca Thompson is my mate and no one else. I guess I could use the romantic statements, or what, found in most romance books. : Sing the love of your life is going

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

I swallowed when he placed the pad of his thumb against the side of my mouth and swiped slowly. My core, my heart and body were ablaze from his touch and when he rubbed his thumb on my bottom lip, moving it back and forth, it felt like I was going to melt. I exhaled and parted my lips a little, then he pressed his thumb against my bottom lip with a little pressure. His eyes met mine and they were darker than usual, holding something in them that I desperately hoped was want or need. Fuck, I can’t wait to marry him.

Her fingers glided through his hair, tracing the contours of his face before finding their place along the edges of his lips. "I love you, Kai," she whispered. Malakai cradled her face in his hands, drawing it closer to his. "I love you more, Amani," he murmured. Their lips collided with an intensity that seemed to defy gravity, as if their very existence hung in the balance. Malakai lifted Amani, bringing her breasts to his mouth, where he tenderly teased her sensitive nipples. Amani's body arched in response, the sensation coursing through her like a symphony of electric currents. With deliberate slowness, Malakai guided her down onto his throbbing, yearning cock, leaving Amani breathless

Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.

Talab hai tu, tu hai nasha Ghulam hai dil ye tera Khulke zara jee loon tujhe Aaja meri saanson mein aa He twirled around and again pulled her towards him Talab hai tu, tu hai nasha Ghulam hai dil ye tera Khulke zara jee loon tujhe Aaja meri saanson mein aa They were moving slowly, drinking every feature of each other Mareez-e-Ishq hoon, main kar de dawa Haath rakh de tu dil pe zara O o... haath rakh de tu dil pe zara He put her hand on his heart . He gave his beautiful smile to her . She also smiled looking at him Tujhe mere rab ne milaya Maine tujhe apna banaya Ab na bichadna Khudaya Tujhe mere rab ne milaya Maine tujhe apna banaya