Romance Indian Novels & Stories

He actually pouted like our old kid-Mateo. Shalini laughed ruffling his hair. "We will. Because the shopping for Indian wedding takes months. I will send you the card and both of you get your asses to Chennai no matter wherever the hell you are." "Yes mam," Mateo and I said in unison. I am not sure if that Akash guy is correct to her or not. But she loves him dearly. He is the only guy she has ever loved. If this marriage makes her happy, then I am happy.

Hands raised and index finger pointed. “Just watch out! If until the due date you do not pay installments,” said Rambo. “Don’t blame anyone if we drag you to the club.” “W-what do you mean?” A grin rises on their fierce faces. Rambo grabbed Velia’s chin until the girl grimaced at it. “If you can’t pay the loan with money, you can pay it with your body. You can have sex with us.” Velia’s body instantly relaxes. They laughed while leaving.

The soft click of Sienna's heels echoed through the marble lobby of Cole Enterprises as she stepped out of Damien's sleek black car. The reporters positioned outside fell silent. Cameras flashed instantly, their flashes capturing every moment of this budding fake romance that was already causing quite a stir. Sienna had dressed the part perfectly. A scarlet dress clung to her curves, endorsed by her smokey eye makeup and rich crimson lips. She exuded the aura of a woman in control- as if she hadn't just weathered a heartbreak a month ago.

Oh the girl is getting naughty, hers feels cramped down there making Inder desperately hold back her passion. Inder quickly releases his kiss before he gets out of control and attacks his girl in this park. Isn't it funny. Amayra took as many breaths as they could as their lips came off. Her face was already flushed remembering their hot kiss just now. Amayra still felt Inder's breath on her face, her husband was looking at her deeply and his eyeballs seemed to darken.

I smiled, the first true, effortless smile of my recent life. "Yes, but only if you promise to help me study for the Bar," I said. Richard burst out laughing, a sound of pure, unadulterated joy that drowned out the noise of the press. He slid the ring onto my finger, and as he kissed me, the flashbulbs of the world captured a new kind of headline. The Ice Prince was gone. The Scandal was over. We walked out of the granite doors and into the bright Californian sun, not toward a penthouse, but toward a life that was finally, beautifully, ours.

It's called love . In Love with her husband. In Love with the king of Gadh, Rajasthan India . She was in the love with every little things of Abhimanyu that made her cry in pain , that gave her tears. Abhimanyu's memories was messing with her normal life but she was working hard for her graduation . . Only few months more and then she would graduate and entered into the post graduation stream

he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. I allowed it, knowing this was all part of the plan. “Are you married?” I asked, feigning casual curiosity. Rajesh’s expression shifted slightly. “Divorced,” he lied smoothly. “With kids.” I knew better. He had three wives back in India, but I kept my face neutral. “What would it cost to make you mine?” he asked, his voice a husky whisper. I leaned closer, my lips just a breath away from his. He moved to kiss me, but I turned my head at the last second, offering my cheek instead. He kissed it, and when he opened his eyes, the surprise on his face was almost comical.

This year, there are many files waiting to be translated into various languages. Before marrying Angka, Indira often stayed in her office and always came home late. But nowadays, Indira always tries to get home quickly because she loves the hot meals made by Angka's family chef, which are healthy and very delicious.

She added that stupid nickname knowing how much I hate me This woman could annoy me to my death I wonder how Chris keeps up with her Good thing I wasn't here to see her My eyes meet with my object of interest, the scrawny guy still trying to gain her attention “Nice meeting you, Kelly and..” I pause “Oh! Forgive my manners, Roman this is India…India Seethal “ She said grabbing brunette's hand India Seethal I could finally put a name to that pretty face “Indy, this is Roman Alkali “ She concludes gesturing back and forth

“I’m alive. Everything’s fine. You get five more minutes to scream, but please remember I’m watching a breakup movie where people dance in the desert.” Maritza looked over with one raised brow. “Five minutes in and we already got a rain scene.” “Indian films don’t believe in emotional pacing.” I set my phone down. “They throw trauma at minute two.” We kept watching. The male lead had that annoying kind of handsome that made you want to slap him and hug him in the same breath. The heroine had those Bollywood-sad eyes, always on standby to unleash tears the moment the director twitched. Maritza scooped popcorn. “He’s pretending he doesn’t love her. What kind of guy does that?”