Romantic Love Novels By Indian Authors Novelas e Histórias

( Hazel Solace , Damian Knight, Atlas Aiden. Whisper to me: Basically a desi book specially for Bangladeshi, Indian, and Pakistani readers. It's a deep love affectionate book along with desi twist can't wait to share it. A Bengali lady and two Pakistani men. It's a mix! ( Mehnoor khan, Hamza Osmani, Ayaan Ahmed ) Don't forget to give feedback . I hope you all loved the ending of sinful obsession. Have a great day pookies. 🎀💗

And the present and future have everything and nothing to do with what could’ve happened in the past and what will happen. Hello, lovelies... If you're a new reader, you can check out my other books on Dreamè Àpp, my books are all completed and búlly, dark romance on there!! Saved By The Devil. Indebted To A Tyrant King. And new one: Lord of Violence (MMMF). A. Gupta

“A girl your age should be reading résumés. Of eligible bachelors.” Jaiyana rolled her eyes, lifting her book just enough to show the cover: The Cities of the Indus Valley. “Nani, you can’t be serious. I’m not marrying a man because of his résumé.” Padma tilted her head, the silver bangles at her wrist catching the light as she adjusted the edge of her sari. A knowing smile tugged at her lips. “Child, love matches are like fireworks. They are bright, loud, and over far too quickly. Security — now that burns like an oil lamp. Steady. Dependable. Generational.”

Harshika knitted her brows and paused her hands in mid-way, by hearing his painful words, “ Why you don't like my touch, baby ?. Why can't you love me ?. I tried everything to change your hatred towards me. But, I couldn't be able to change your hatred for me. I don't know how to change it, baby. I really don't know how to change your hate. I really don't know how to make you fall in love with me. I really don't know how to make you accept me as your husband. I really don't know how to make you understand my love for you. I really don't know how to make you understand that I am craving every moment to live with you. I know that you don't like my touch, baby. But, do you know that I yearn eve

Lily sat at the coffee shop, sipping her latte and scrolling through her phone. She had always loved this place – the cozy atmosphere, the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of the barista's steaming milk. It was her safe haven, her escape from the chaos of her life. As she looked up from her phone, she caught sight of James walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him – tall, handsome, and charming as ever. He was her best friend Sarah's fiancé, and Lily had been secretly in love with him for years.

Now, she has to stand up for herself. " Yes, I love him. Do you have any problem with that?" Niyati replied confidently and looked into Shivansh's eyes directly. Hearing her, Shivansh punched the nearby wall angrily and clenched his jaw. His knuckles started bleeding but he didn't react at all. The pain he was feeling right now just hearing her was 1000 times stronger than that punch. His hold on her jaw got tightened. Niyati jerked off his hand and said calmly with confidence," Yes, I love Ranvijay. I love him more than anything else in the world."

________ 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.

Love replied. “Okay love, what about me? Huh?” Belle asked wondering. “What do you mean, what about you?” Love replied. “Well I mean, do I also not strike you as a romantic? Do i strike you as the sexual type?” Belle asked eagerly. “Well Belle, if you must know, you’re never open about these things. You always talk about how much you hate and despise guys. How you think they are all so disgusting and disrespectful. Literally, no guy who has ever had a crush on you, didn’t end up getting crushed by you.

I pleaded as my hands caressed down her hair romantically. “You weren't expecting me?” she asked, frowning a little bit. I knew prolonging the conversation would result in another disagreement. Before she could continue her nagging, I leaned close to her, my lips sucking in the words from her mouth. “I love you,” I whispered, my eyes piercing into hers. I could see the smile tugging by the side of her lips. The knocking on the door disrupted our romantic atmosphere. “Who is it?” I asked, with a hint of frustration in my voice.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin