Romans & histoires Romance Novels Set In India

Rane Mansion, Mumbai "Haveloc Island, Andaman or Goa. Tell me, what would you like?" Rohini was going through all the destination wedding places. She always wanted to arrange a destination wedding in Italy. But Suhani was more interested to be in India to do an Indian wedding. "Mumbai, Maharashtra. That's fine. Come on Mini." Suhani glared at her younger sister. "We will organize a destination wedding for you," Suhani added again while pulling her sister more into her embrace.

"CONTRACT MARRIAGE" Will she give into Christian's demand or her masterstroke will change the dynamics of the trap he set for her? What will happen when Christian and Mishka's entirely different worlds would crash? Will love find its way through the web of lies, deception, and mysteries? Find this book on Goodnovel: My Indian Wife ***

I'll feel you , burn you in every Ounces of my OBSESSION and lastly drown us together in crimson which is as strong as Our WEDDING" ABHIMANYU . . At RATHOREs PALACE, Gadh, Rajasthan- India. . Taapur was still groggy and sleepy when she awoke the next morning after coming back to GADH . She hissed in pain due the wild night she had with Her husband . Whole night was passionately spend by them

"Mr. Romeo had eyes for only one woman. Romeo only has eyes for Juliet. Vikram only has eyes for Subhadra." She giggled at that. "You're a smooth talker." "You would be the first person to say that." "So did I earn your number?" Subhadra thought about it. "You earned my I*******m." "Damn. It's fine. I*******m will do....for now." He winked at her and Subhadra looked around to see if anyone was observing them. Marriages were elder women's playground in India. It was the hub for gossip. But, luckily, no one was observing them.

Luna ran out, opened her mother-in-law's door. 'I read, the mother-in-law has a razor blades in her tongue. I have to be careful. I have to be more patient because she is my husband's mother' Luna spoke in herself. Luna motioned for the three women to enter. Nandi didn't look at her at all. In contrast with Ratna, the girl with straight long hair reached out her hand and kissed Luna's hand. Luna clumsy. Is this really the rule? Every time she met Ratna, the girl always kissed her hand. But why Nindi not? Luna held her breath trying to control the atmosphere.

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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'.

________ A story of two different hearts who belongs to the completely opposite world where HE is the rich, bossy and arrogant person and SHE is middle class, innocent and sweet girl. What will happen when these two heart fell in love with each other. Because its quite hard to survive in a relationship where your partner is Dominant as fuck and you are just compelled to do everything for him. because you love him. Same goes to our dear NAINA PUROHIT who fell Deeply in love with the Egoistic KUNAL SINGHANIYA. ___________________ A/N This is my very First novel on W*****d. English is not my First language so forgive me if you found any silly grammatical error.

I think there is something new in my life from the moment I landed in India, something new. I got out of my trance as my phone started to ring. I picked it up in two rings. "Yes," "Hello, baby," I stopped as I checked the phone screen. It was my so-called new rumored girlfriend Jennifer she comes on the list of top models in London. "Honey, what happens after visiting India you don't feel like calling me?" I can imagine she is pouting. "How can I forget you," I said while plastering a smirk on my face. "I need you." Her voice is demanding and desperate.

“At least you have one successful daughter.” I nearly slapped her. Instead, I'd smiled. Smiled. And smiled. And smiled. Because that's what people like us do. Now, sitting alone with that invitation in my hands, anger simmered beneath my skin. This wasn't how things were supposed to happen. Nova wasn't supposed to win. She wasn't supposed to walk away. She wasn't supposed to become the woman everyone admired. And she certainly wasn't supposed to marry Nicolai Moreau. Yet somehow... Against all odds... She was about to get everything. And the thought made me sick.