Romance Books In Urdu Novels & Stories

I turn my music player on. Dheeme dheeme jal rahi thi khwaishein Dil mein dabi, ghut rahi farmaaishein "Urghh Tani...she is obsessed with these cheesy Hindi songs nowadays."I cursed Tani. But somewhere the melodious tune was soothing my soul. I was feeling delighted. "Mr. Shekhawat is fond of romantic fictions.who says a serious businessman with a macho man personality loves to read romantic stuffs."I admired his hand written note on the cover page of the book.

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Back then, he had used this trick to win over her heart too. Looking back, she finally realized how stupid she was before. A man’s promise was only a lie. All the romantic gestures were traps to bedazzle the woman’s heart. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as she held the bouquet of flowers. Matthew thought success was near upon seeing her smile. Immediately, he did as he had rehearsed before and led her toward the hall that was covered with fresh flowers. He readjusted his emotions, knelt one knee, and held her hands. “Christina, I like you. Be my girlfriend.”

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He nodded in response. "Yeah, boring. No one reads a book like that these days except you," he told me. I raised my eyebrow. "Excuse me? For your information, this is a romance book. It's written by a famous writer, Jorelle Montividad, and it's not just an ordinary and boring book you say," I replied to him. "I don't even know who that is." That's because you're dumb. "That's because you have no taste in books, tsk!"

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

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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.

"So do you. It's a shame it's all pretense." His smile was shallow, never reaching his eyes. "Not all of it," he replied. As the city lights shimmered around them, Serena pondered just how real this façade of romance might become. But as their car drew into the hotel driveway, Serena's phone suddenly buzzed. She glanced at the screen and froze. From an Unknown Number: "You have no idea who you're dealing with, Serena. Back off-while you still can." Her breath hitched. Damien noticed the change in her expression.

“I do not!” “You do,” he said smugly. She shoved his arm lightly. “Stop observing me.” “I can’t help it,” he said, eyes soft. “You’re noticeable.” Her breath hitched. She looked down at her feet. “Goodnight, Ahaan,” she whispered again. This time she walked away before he could reply. He watched her go, her white salwar fluttering, her books clutched to her chest, her steps small and tired but determined and as she reached her roommate’s scooty and got on, she looked back once.