Romance Novels Set In India Novels & Stories

Crystal asked, a hint of amusement in her tone as she noticed Arielle stepping closer to her. Arielle leaned in slightly and whispered, “Grandmother has a… unique taste in horror movies.” Crystal chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. “That she does,” she replied. As Arielle’s gaze fell on the book in Crystal’s hands, her face lit up with rare excitement. “Maa, do you like historical romance?” she asked, her voice brimming with curiosity. Crystal tilted the book to show the cover and replied, “I like anything by this author.” She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm.

*** •Book 4) TAKEN King's Rights Reserved [Stand-Alone book and available in the profile] {Story of a King named ABHIMANYU Singh Rathore and his Queen, TAAPUR E. Dhawal} ~ Blurb:- "You don't spare me even when I'm in my menstrual period", Taapur said and covered her small body with the blanket. "Blood is Red and Red is my favourite colour. The enchanting scent of your period makes me insane enough to take you again and

Ammar's parents didn't live with them, they were settled in London with Amma's elder brother, who settled his business in London, while Ammar chose to stay in India and open progressive schooling for those in need. "Ammar! It was such a small task, I don't like bothering maids for small works." When they reach their room, Subh-Dil complained. she pouted as he made her sit on the bed and sat beside her Ignoring her pout, Ammar made her sit on the bed and he sat in front of her on the floor. "Small or big, you don't have to do any work because you are a new bride. In fact, you don't have to do any kind of work forever."

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No, not a chance. My family never been so happy before as they are now. heck! I had never been felt so happy like now. I know at first I don't want to marry but seeing Preeti's photo I want to marry her that instant. Because she is first girl I felt different after long time. At first it was her picture I fell for but when I came to India to meet her about our marriage perposal, I fell for her inner beauty. I fell for her heart.

Third Person POV: India a country where dreams comes true, a country which is defined by cultural diversity, which is renowned for its cuisine, technology, festivals, prestige and colorful traditions however from past few years India was slowly disappearing under darkness, it was suffering from growing crimes rates and increase in underworld activities, there was a havoc created by many gangsters all over country , many illegal’s activities and crime which were slowly draining it beauty and value but most dangerous part of it was that every gangster from every corner of India was ruled by just one single person and he was demon himself he was “RAVAN”.

Her first kiss was ruined, her dreams shattered and her future was in question. A million thoughts ran in her mind when she buried her head in the pillow trying to fight back tears. One minute they were kissing and the next minute everything changed. She felt ripped apart since the pain of not knowing the reason for something is worse than the pain caused itself. She calmed herself down and tried to sleep, alone. She told herself that she'll talk to Rahul the next morning and everything will be sorted out soon. Little did she know that her first kiss was also the last. April 2011, India.

So finally the moment which many of you were waiting for is here. Ruhi has finally confessed her feelings. And how many of you were shocked to see Advay and Samaira here...?? If you guys dont know who they are, then lemme tell you. Advay Sharma and Samaira Sharam are characters from my very first story " wet in the rain of love." It's a sweet romantic story, completely opposite of I H H. you all can find this story on GoodNovel only, after searching the same of the story or just visit my profile.

I replied and she smiled. "So for our trip, which country do you wanna go?" I asked. "Our trip? Thought I was going alone." "Of course not, who knows what kind of men you'll meet there, I'm definitely going with you." I said. "Oh God, please don't tell me..." "Yes, I am the jealous type." I said interrupting her and she laughed. "Fine then, let's go on a trip together, let's go to Italy." THE END Dear readers, please kindly rate this my lowly piece of writing. Your ratings and comments help me to know where I need to improve on in my next write-up.

"In India, we have a rich culture of dance and music. If you were Indian, we might call you 'Anjali,' which means 'divine offering.' It suits you." I felt a flicker of genuine amusement. "Anjali... I like that. It sounds beautiful." Rajesh leaned closer, his eyes sparkling. "You would love India. The colors, the festivals, the food. It's a place full of life and joy." I smiled, playing along. "It sounds wonderful. Maybe one day, I'll get to experience it." He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it gently. "I hope that day comes soon." I forced myself to maintain my composure, smiling sweetly. "You're very kind, Rajesh."