Novel & Cerita Romance Novel Urdu

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*** •Book 2) His FORBIDDEN Love {Story of SHAURYA Arjun Kashyap and JIYA Rajput} ~Blurb:- Shaurya had never felt it, the need for things. He was a man of passion but never in his life, he had let his desires overpower him. He was always in control of himself. Because she was his SALVATION. At this moment, he felt his throat dry of deep thirst like he had been deprived of water for months when his eyes landed on her lips.

"It feels like a place where you can actually hear yourself think. I bet you’d like studying here." "I would," I said. "It beats the noisy student center back home." We walked through the rows of books. Jax stopped. He pulled a small book from the shelf and handed it to me. It was a book of poems. "Read the one on page 42," he said. I opened it. The poem was about a bird that finally learned to fly after being kept in a gold cage. I looked up at him, my heart skipping a beat. I didn't know what to say. I just held the book.

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.

But I was unable to reach the root. On my way back home, I got a call from Shaurya. He congratulated me for my marriage after fucking seven days. I understood there would be something more than congratulations. I asked him directly what else he wanted to say. "How is that Italian girl by the way? Is she good? I heard the marriage was sudden." Shaurya spoke in a dirty voice. I felt like cutting his tongue but kept myself silent to hear more. "She is Mrs. Ranvijay Singh Sekhawat. Next time, before calling her an Italian girl, keep the name in your mind."

Hi! My novel, 'From The 28th Century' had reached 100+ chapters which I did not expect. I just wanna say that I'm not good at writing romance stories, so the romance here might be a little off. I'm still learning and hope I could achieve writing a romance story. :)))) Everything about this story was all of my imaginations, so it is quite different from the other cultivation stories. This is my first story and I cannot promise that this would be a perfect novel. I admit there are tons of mistakes, but I would do my best to improve.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

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.

I step away to give them their moment. “Fatima my angel, the woman I love with all my heart. You are the reason I wake up every morning feeling like the luckiest man alive. You are my joy, my hope, my courage, my strength and most importantly, you own my heart. I love you so much that words can’t describe it. I know the reason why you are not mine is because of Liz, but ‘In Shaa Allah’ we will find her soon, and we will be happy together once and for all. But before that, I would like to ask you, ‘Will you be my wife?’” Udar says with so much sincerity in his voice. Fatima does not say a thing but nods with tears in her eyes, while smiling brightly.