Romance Best Urdu Novels & Stories

As we embraced, I could hear her little cry. I caressed her forehead with a kiss and delicately took off the saree pallu. She beamed at me. She gently rested her hands on my face. "My darling," she murmured affectionately. As she lowered my face to mine, she said, "I love you." We briefly kissed again. It seemed effortless. She sensed my hands attempting to press against hers. She moaned and let him touch her bare belly and press her skin. They finally broke, panting for air, after what seemed like an eternity. My jammies were too snug, and I was too hard.

My face is flushing because most of the eyes are on me now. Tumhari tasveer ke sahaare Mausam kai gujaare Mausami na samjho Par ishq ko humaare Nazaron k saamne mai Aata nhi tumhare Magar rehte ho hal pal Manzar mai humaare Gar ishq se hai mila Phir dard se kya gila Iss dard mai zindagi khush-haal hai Ye duriya filhaal hai

But I was unable to reach the root. On my way back home, I got a call from Shaurya. He congratulated me for my marriage after fucking seven days. I understood there would be something more than congratulations. I asked him directly what else he wanted to say. "How is that Italian girl by the way? Is she good? I heard the marriage was sudden." Shaurya spoke in a dirty voice. I felt like cutting his tongue but kept myself silent to hear more. "She is Mrs. Ranvijay Singh Sekhawat. Next time, before calling her an Italian girl, keep the name in your mind."

, Vikram said and his eyes dazzling with the love on me. I smiled. "It's fate that united us", I said. "Hmm... maybe, marrying you was a fate, but that's the best thing that ever happened to me. You're the best thing that I got in my life Rithu", Vikram said and kissed my lips. But soon he pulled out from the kiss and looked my eyes, "I think Ananya needs a younger brother or sister for playing Rithu, what you say??, Vikram said and winked😉

"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."

Her eyes widened, and she fell to her knees before him, although it was clear that she was far older than he. "Beta," she began, rather meekly, "I am sorry for losing my temper in your presence. She said some..some disrespectful things and I couldn't...I couldn't take it. " Her voice shook with emotion, like she was about to break down into tears. To my surprise, he ran his fingers through her dreadlocks, soothing her tenderly, and she rubbed against his legs, seeking his comfort. It was almost a sweet scene, like the one between a mother wolf and a pup. It is okay, Desdemona. I will handle the proud princess myself. From now onwards, Princess Miatta is my responsibility.

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

I clutched the pallu of my saree tightly. If it's someone else then I'm going to face my first ever heart break. The crowd screamed yes in answer and he came down from the stage. Everyone is looking at him and so is me. He started to walk towards me and stopped in front of me. "Ms. Turvi Ahuja, my dear doll face, it's you. I love you. I don't know what you feel for me but I love you very much. I will accept whatever you say. Will you be my girlfriend doll face?" he asked and I didn't wasted time to say yes

He said. " Bye!! " I said and Disconnected the call. " I am sorry, you were saying something?? " I asked the cab driver. " Have an enjoyable stay ma'am. I would suggest that you visit Khajjiar. Khajjiar is also known as Mini Switzerland of India, it would be the best romantic trip. " He said. Romantic trip?? Alone?? " Sure!! " I said as I didn't have to tell him that. We reached the cottage, it was much more beautiful than my imagination, was mesmerized by its beauty. It would have been a perfect one for a romantic honeymoon...

His business suit was now drenched in soap water, lather, etc. “Oops, this foam… wait, what do we call foam in Urdu? Bhaag (Run)? Isn’t it?” Saraya asked in an excited tone, and Raf, who was looking around the entire bathroom, shook his head in disbelief. “Honey Bee, when are you going to learn Urdu perfectly? Bhaag means to run, and the Urdu for foam is jhaag,” Raf exclaimed, and Saraya made a baby pout on hearing this. “Hey, I just used the wrong alphabet,” Saraya replied while shrugging her shoulders. “Honey Bee, if you don’t get ready in the next 20 minutes, then I will not take you to your home,” Raf said, and Saraya’s eyes went wide.