Romance Indian Novels & Stories

At first, Colt kissed her with passion and promise, then he gentled the kiss into something wholly different. Sweetness. Tenderness. India sighed in his mouth. His smile broke their lips free. “So in any of these romantic comedies, do they end up doin’ it on the swing?” “Umm. No.” “Pity. That, I’d pay to see.” “Maybe we oughta jot that down on our kinky sex fantasy list to try, once we actually start having sex.” “You have a…list of that kinda stuff?” “Uh-huh. Don’t you?”

"How was it? Is it correct that your blind-date partner is not up to your taste?" She nodded. "Is there anyone that you unexpectedly encountered who made your heart jump excitedly?" She nodded again. How could it jump excitedly? It nearly jumped to death! "Wow! Just as I had said, it is so accurate. Then, it was also raining. Are there any more romantic happenings?" Arya turned her head around and with her long hair still dripping water, she quietly said. "Sophie, ah...... This chance encounter if it is good, it is called romance but if it is bad, it is called a nightmare."

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.

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.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

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.

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.

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 “Nice to meet you again, India Seethal “ I roll out her name in a seductive manner with a purposeful smirk on my face while thrusting my hand out for a handshake Her soft hands brush mine and this simple acts reignites the connection between us. Certain body parts in me flutter as I make contact with her I realize how cold my hand is compared to her warm ones Her gaze locks with mine but it drops to my lips and I don't find it hard to guess where her line of thou

“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?”