Romance Indian Novels & Stories

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

I swiped to the next comment. Urlah L: Ida is a much better date. She is rich, is a graduate from good universities in UK. She is a girl boss who deserves a man like Anthony. Also, imagine the conjunction of her family bushiness and his? OMG. They are like a prince and princess. Unlike that other trash who only slept her way to that position. She has nothing to offer but her lady parts. Lol. Go, Ida. I’ve always been an admirer.

I scolded her for more than a day but then I knew she was a hard-core woman, so we all planned to do something. We put a successful plan and we all went to India without letting our parents know. And as per our plan, Ishita went by herself to that man and acted like a money-minded bitch who is also a billionaire. He didn't first trust her so he asked her to seduce a few men for what she did for the main goal and then he started to trust her. He didn't love her but he decided to marry her for the billions and started to act like he was in love with her while Ishita too acted like that and that all was for only 24 hours.

There were racks of clothes. My father was standing by the window, talking into a phone. He looked at me and pointed to a chair. "Sit. We don't have much time." I sat. A woman with a headset walked over to me. "I'm Abby from the PR team. We need to move fast. The morning news cycle starts in six hours. We need the “Proof of Romance” package ready by then." "Proof of romance?" I asked. My voice felt dry. "Chloe is in the dressing room," Abby said, ignoring my question. "She’s ready. We’re going to do three sets of photos. One casual, one semi formal, and one official.”

Hearing the system's promise, I was instantly tempted. "Ximena, let me fix your skull." I used the universal glue to carefully attach the missing piece back onto her head. After it dried, I had her shake her head a few times to test it. "It's really fixed." Ximena broke into a happy smile. I seized the moment to make my request. "Ximena, today is our wedding day. Let's just forget all the misunderstandings from before. How about you give me that nail as a token of our love?"

She was just trying to calm herself as she did not want to waste her time fighting with them. She elected she would just leave but then one of them affirmed, "Who knows maybe she will soon understand that our boss can't help her. When our boss will not be enough she might climb onto another man's bed who can help her. You know these types of girls, right?" "Yeah. But I heard she is from India and she is a married woman. Shame on her, she is even cheating on her husband." "I feel bad for him. Poor h... Hi... M...." Sanaya was being susceptible until now but no more. She came out and strutted in front of them.

Singhania Mansion Mumbai, India Sanjana's POV: After our lovemaking, I am lying in Akshay's arms. He is in deep thoughts as he caress my back. "What are you thinking about?" I interrogated though I am fully satiated my curiosity not so much. "You have to know everything, don't you?" He teased while pinching my side breast. I squealed at his sudden attack. "Tell me." I demanded while holding his hand in order to prevent him from any tricks.

Clearing his throat, Omar said. This sentence of is made her sulked more. She never imagined her husband to be this unromantic. He is only handsome by face, not by heart. She thought, as she picked up her lehenga till her ankle, and left the room. Right way to go Omar! Once again, he scolded himself when saw her expression She wasn't good at hiding her thoughts, her words could be read through her eyes. ••• Hana wore a baby blue Chikankari kurti with plazo, washing the make up off from her face, she pat it dry when her eyes fall on her reflection in the mirror.

The fire that courses through my body as he claims me in front of her is very inappropriate, but I kind of love it. India’s arms have dropped to her sides, and she’s panting. Now she’s the one barely hanging onto her anger, but he’s not done yet. “The Goddess has returned my mate to me and given us another chance in this lifetime. I won’t be marrying you, and if that’s a dealbreaker with the King, I won’t be taking the throne. I don’t care.” India is fuming, and I’m honestly surprised there isn’t literal steam coming from her ears and nose when she takes one more step toward us, pointing her finger at Roman and then me.