Romance Indian Novels & Stories

While he was still busy staring at my face while one hand was busy caressing my face and the other tightly holding me close to him. I wish I was wearing a chiffon silk saree and he had his hands on my waist, tickling me or giving a shiver down my spine while making patterns. The feeling would have been awesome and more melting than him keeping hand above my t-shirt right now. Indian wear is damn good in romantic moments to make the atmosphere more hearty and intense. Okay... I know I'm sounding quite cliché but what to do, this man does make me all dramatic and crazy. He makes my hidden sides out with that big die hard fan of Bollywood romance and its king 'Shahrukh Khan'.

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.”

He will make her feel special and then he will give her the shock just like he got. Hazaaron Mein Kisi Ko Taqdeer Aisi Such good fortune is attained by those who are one in a million Mili Hai Ik Ranjha Aur Heer Jaisi One is like Ranjha and the other one is like Heer (This is a reference to Heer-Raanjha/Raanjhanaa, a famous romantic couple in Indian History, similar to Romeo-Juliet. But here Heer is referring to the girl and Raanjha is referring to the boy)

Rajendra was digesting the news when Randhir was going through the number of seats that were lost or won. Myra took a few seconds to get that information registered in her mind. On the next moment Ranvijay's face was turned by Myra towards her and without letting him settle at that place she placed her lips on his rough one. Holding his one hand she deepened the kiss, forgetting every boundary she had, freeing herself to a certain level of independence. Nandini, Randhir, Rajendra all looked at them with such an expression that even Ranvijay sensed something different. He was lost in her mouth when he saw his family members with the corner of his eyes. Kissing in public in India is really a b

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

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Watching the title of the movie rachna looked at aarohi and pointed her finger at the sahiba. Aarohi shrugged her shoulders and said "She wanted to see the kiss na, let her watch some more ." Rachna shook her head and said "I hope she doesn't faint tonight " "That we will see ". Sahiba after combing her hair in a ponytail jumped between the two on the bed under the duvet. "What's the name, which movie is this "Sahiba stated in childlike excitement. " Fifty shades and it's a romantic movie so enjoy ." " Okay okay "

His eyes flashed darkly for a moment. He then lifted his head again. His face was full of tenderness as he softly said, "Ana, there's nothing more important in this world than you. You haven't answered me yet. Will you be my girlfriend?" One hand held red roses, the other an extravagant and sparkling pink diamond necklace, like a dual guarantee representing love and future. This was beyond anything that was written in romance novels. The young ladies in the coffee shop were excited, their faces flushed. Seeing this, they couldn't help but cheer in low voices, "Say yes, say yes!"

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.

She said like it was the only truth. “You… you love me?” he asked, voice barely a whisper. A flush crept up her cheeks as she continued softly, "You don't get to decide what I feel, Ahaan Kapoor," she whispered, her voice trembling but sure. "You talked about your firsts. Let me talk about mine."