Romantic In Urdu Novels & Stories

• jiéhūn yānhuí –Traditional Chinese wedding • Mohabbat – means love in Hindi (it's a love- romantic dance usually performed by couples at parties or ceremonies).

My face is flushing because most of the eyes are on me now. Tumhari tasveer ke sahaare Mausam kai gujaare Mausami na samjho Par ishq ko humaare Nazaron k saamne mai Aata nhi tumhare Magar rehte ho hal pal Manzar mai humaare Gar ishq se hai mila Phir dard se kya gila Iss dard mai zindagi khush-haal hai Ye duriya filhaal hai

‘Apne aap ko na sahi, apni khushboo chor kr jaa rhi hu, (I am not there myself but I am leaving my fragrance with you) Saath nhi reh sakti, jana padega ab… (I can’t stay, I know I have to leave now…) Yaad aaye toh ise use kr lena, (I you miss me someday, use it) Tumhari Jaan, (Yours Jaan, Jaan is an endearment which means life in Hindi) Shayra ‘ Yash did not even realize when tears rolled down his eyes; she did not want to leave but still, she had to; he could not save her but she cared; despite all that he did to her she cared for him.

What incomparable blending of form and colour in your divine features! I happen to be in love with you Mr Romantic. Just by reading this, I was struck with love. Who is this Mr Romantic?

I asked, ignoring his question. His smile even grew wider. I couldn't deny that my boyfriend was such a beauty while putting a gorgeous smile on his face. Well, I was so lucky to have him. I noticed that some young girls in the restaurant were still staring at us. Not us. I mean, Romeo. Their eyes were fixed on my charming boyfriend. I didn't mind that they were staring at him like a pervert, after all I knew that he was mine. They could drool till eternity. I was sure that my boyfriend only had eyes for me. Only me. "Ya helo is an Arabic word. It means "my beautiful "." Romeo replied, grinning from ear to ear.

"I haven't seen the woman's face yet but Dad mentioned her name, Nicole Rivera." "Ohh, her name is ugly. I'm the one telling you that you two are not suitable for each other." I shook my head. "Of course, we're going to be good, but gosh, I don't want a princess. I want a prince, like duh!" "Besides, you are not suitable either, the man I want for you is handsome, kind, respectful, with a sense of humor! But the more important thing is, you must like the man. Then I will never allow you to marry a man you don't love!" He added.

He could see her. Emotion surged through her so quickly it felt almost violent, a rush of sensation that made her awareness tremble. For a fleeting instant, she wanted to disappear, to fold herself back into the safety of invisibility where she could not be judged or rejected, where she did not have to confront the reality of how exposed she felt. But then he smiled. The warmth in that smile struck deeper than anything else had that night. “You’re beautiful,” he said. The words settled over her like sunlight after a long winter, gentle and disarming and impossible to ignore.

She looked at him with innocent certainty. "Iska matlab aap humse pyaar karte hain?" She said with her eyes widened. (Translation: So, it means you love me?) The room fell silent. She continued as though explaining the most obvious thing in the world. "Aap ne, apna naam hamari mehendi mein peheli hi baar mein dhoondh liya tha. Iska matlab aap hamse pyaar karte hain." She smiled. (Translation: You found your name in my henna design on the very first try. That means you love me.)

Then she heard a notification sound. Surprised, Paige hesitated before checking her bank account to find that Chris had transferred 143,000 dollars to her. "Why did you suddenly transfer money to me?" she asked. Chris replied casually, "Just felt like transferring." Paige found herself at a loss for words. All she could think of was that people with money could indeed be quite unpredictable. As she looked at the sum, she chuckled quietly. Her joy wasn't about the money but the figure itself – 143 and a multitude of zeros, 143,000. 143 was slang for "I love you".

And I, - “Are you done with your pity party?” Zuri interrupted my thoughts. “How do you know I was feeling sorry for myself?” “You were pouting. And it’s all you’ve been doing since that dumb date. Just forget about Rain. He’s not worth it. Although he’s really good looking,” Rishi said. “I know, right? Stupid Rain and stupid Roman.” I growled. Zuri pulled me close, “let’s just go see a movie. I hear there’s a new romantic comedy out. Rishi, you want to join us?”