Most Romantic Urdu Novels & Stories

I have to speak through my mind. "I always do my love because that's the only choice I have to make you happy." "Awwnn!" I can't help but react to this lovely response. I close my eyes for a few seconds to imagine the feelings of love washes over me. I never dreamt of having such a pure, perfect romance. His words as well as his touches are all romantic.

Siya That day we spent all our time just having romance like crazy there was no place left in that penthouse that we didn't make it out, it sounds dirty but it's true, I can't believe how romantically my date went with Karan. It was just perfect. Everything becomes good between us. But that was five years back, and so much has been changed now but gratefully.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

I shake my head and smile. "Ok let's forget about the wedding fo now. Let's just get to know eachother. Hi! I'm Zaheer Kazmi, age 27, I'm a CA in a govt firm, I have a mother and sister in my family, I'm the only man in the house, I love football, diehard fan of Ronaldo, I like to read mystery novels, I like Shakira, favourite Bollywood movie would be PK but favourite actor is Salman Khan. Favourite actress Katrina. Favourite food, Indian. Favourite place on earth, my home. Now what about you?"

Shehryaar didn't look up for once and kept on typing. "We've found her," The prayer was answered. ..... Koi manzil nahi jachti Safar acha nhi lagta Agar Ghar Laut bhi jaaun, toh Ghar acha nhi lagta Karein kuch bhi, duniya ko sab acha hi lagta hai Mujhe kuch bhi tumhare bin magar acha nhi lagta (No destination suits, no travel suits Even if I return to my home, it doesn't suit me Whatever I do, the world considers it good. But without you nothing suits me )

“You aren’t saying anything.” "I know. Maybe it’s just a mistake. This…us…all of these. Maybe we’re just attracted to ourselves because we see everyday. Even this kiss isn't planned. I’m sorry but I’m just attracted to you as a friend, not anything else.”Jax looked at me for a long time. "I understand, im sorry," he said.

Clearing his throat, Omar said. This sentence of is made her sulked more. She never imagined her husband to be this unromantic. He is only handsome by face, not by heart. She thought, as she picked up her lehenga till her ankle, and left the room. Right way to go Omar! Once again, he scolded himself when saw her expression She wasn't good at hiding her thoughts, her words could be read through her eyes. ••• Hana wore a baby blue Chikankari kurti with plazo, washing the make up off from her face, she pat it dry when her eyes fall on her reflection in the mirror.

Her pinkish lips coated with her own saliva as they move when she speaks nonstop. "I love her sir. I love her so much that it hurts. It hurts to see her with another man. Whenever I look at her, I feel like she is born only for me. I want to love her like no-one ever did. Not even Romeo to Juliet, Majnu to Laila and Farhad to Shirin." I sighed deeply reclining my head to the wall dreamingly. "And what about Zara. Does she love you? "

"Tie the mangalsutra and make me your patni (wife)." "Yes, Ma," I said with a voice filled with affection. As I delicately wound the mangalsutra thread around her neck, my hands quivered with awe at the delicate texture of her flesh. He retreated once it was finished. A look of sadness crossed his mother's face. My question was filled with affection and genuine concern: "Ma, are you okay?" With a nod, she accepted the garlands. "I am. I am so happy, darling.". As I put sindoor (red vermillion powder) on Maa's forehead, she drew out a little, intricate container containing the powder and trembled.

Turvi screamed " And how will you kill me? "he asked her wiggling his eyebrows " You know what butterfly you deserves a good punishment for disrespecting my mother and our relationship. Didn't your masi taught you that marriage is a bond of 7 lives and only death can separate us from each other no one else? What a bad upbringing you got." Aaryav mocked " Don't bring my Mumma in between. She has given me a very good upbringing. And when someone marries a devil like you then 7 lives are far. 7 minutes are tough to spend together. "Turvi again said what she felt