Romantic In Urdu Novels & Stories

"Tie the mangalsutra and make me your patni (wife)." "Yes, Ma," I said with a voice filled with affection. As I delicately wound the mangalsutra thread around her neck, my hands quivered with awe at the delicate texture of her flesh. He retreated once it was finished. A look of sadness crossed his mother's face. My question was filled with affection and genuine concern: "Ma, are you okay?" With a nod, she accepted the garlands. "I am. I am so happy, darling.". As I put sindoor (red vermillion powder) on Maa's forehead, she drew out a little, intricate container containing the powder and trembled.

she stuttered, the fight already leaving her quivering form, and she resorted to begging to stop the storm named Amaan before it was too late. “Do you know what a marriage is?” His questions made her confined sobs echo over the four walls of the room. “I d-didn’t know… this ... ..saree…or t-that necklace. I will ... .not follow…Ma—” her begging was interrupted when Amaan continued, “I realize you have a wrong definition of marriage.” Realizing he was too far from listening to her truth, she resorted to saying what he wanted to hear from her instead, “I was wrong. Please spare me. It was my mistake to even think of wearing what belonged to Raina.”

“ Can you stop calling me a Darling? Because people thought we are lovers. “ Loki spoke cold and Louise respond “ but… Darling… “ “ Could you please, Louise. Just call me Loki then we will be fine” Loki kept walking as she spoke calmly. “ Sure. Ms. Loki “. Loki smiled at him and swing her hair “ thanks, Mr. Louise “ Louise blushed as if he felt satisfied to see Loki smile in front of him. Loki and Louise went together inside of the class. Loki sat down in her chair as she placed her hand on her cheeks and looked side of the window.

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

Because I swear you won't get anything except pain from me. That was the only solution which would make her win him back. “Meri mohabbat na mukammal sahi, par haq hai mujhe mohabbat ka, aur mohabbat karna koi gunah nahi hai…..It's just that my heart chose you over everyone–” gathering the fall of her saree she smiled sadly, as she walked towards the door. “–and I know you can never give me pain. I trust you. Khud se zyada aap par aitbaar hai mujhe, Mustafa. Aap naraz ho sakte hai, par mujhe kabhi takleef dene ka tassavur bhi nahi kar sakte.”

) "Sufi iska rang haaye, Is mein joh tera khwaab piroya, Is mein joh tera khwaab piroya, Neendein bani patang..." (It has a pious colour, When I weaved your dreams in it, When I weaved your dreams in it. Then my sleep flew away like a kite...) "Dil bharta nahi, Aankhen rajti nahi, Dil bharta nahi, Aankhen rajti nahi..." (My heart is never content, My eyes aren't tired of seeing you, My heart is never content, My eyes aren't tired of seeing you...) "Chahe kitna bhi dekhti jaaun, Waqt jaaye main rok na paaun..."

Abhi "ain" likhoon tu soche mujhe Phir "sheen" likhoon teri neend ude Jab "qaaf" likhoon tujhe kuch kuch ho Main "ishq" likhoon tujhe ho jaaye - Abhimanyu Singh Raizada, The Devil (“Ishq” in Urdu can be translated as “Extremely passionate love”. The word Ishq is made up of three letters, “Ain, sheen and qaaf” and these three letters stand for three stages of love.

"Amir Khusro..a Arab poet praise Kashmir in the most beautiful words-- Agar firdous baroye zameen ast, hami asto, hami asto hami ast...means If there is paradise on earth, It is here, it is here, it is here.."he said rather sung the couplet. "It is here..it is here..it is here..."she repeated.Their eyes locked . "Guys.. I am also with you..u r not on your honeymoon.."Tanya cleared her throat from behind "If we would be on our HONEYMOON.. then you might not be with us.."Randhir replied to her.Sanyukta gave a smirk to Tanya.

I know I shouldn't have forced her but you know , the feeling of being her with someone else made me unrest. Zehnaseeb, Zehanaseeb Tujhe chaahun betahasha zehnaseeb Mere kareeb, mere habeeb Tujhe chaahun betahasha zehnaseeb (Zehanaseeb means 'My Fate' ,someone who is destined to be yours O my good luck, I love you beyond limits, O my good luck.. (O the one) Near me, my beloved, I love you beyond limits, O my good luck..)

The moment he caught sight of her, he yanked her into his arms, babbling senselessly. "Charlotte, I'm so glad you've come back to me at last, after all this time… I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you happy… I swear you'll have nothing but the very best… that's why I've spent five years learning how to sweet-talk a woman, buy her gifts… I'm a good kisser, now! I'll be so good to you! I'll make you feel like the luckiest woman who ever lived! So, please… say you'll be mine, won't you? I really, really, really like you…"