Romantic Love Novels By Indian Authors นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She crossed over to the other side of the road and stopped at a gorgeous building. It was a small restaurant with profound detailing; as Adeline walked into the restaurant, she was met with a intoxicating aroma. The place wafted with the fragrance of freshly baked pizza and conch-fritters. With how the restaurant gave out rich fragrance, it was surprising how healthy and fresh the air was. Must have done a great job with the ventilation.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

*** •Book 2) His FORBIDDEN Love {Story of SHAURYA Arjun Kashyap and JIYA Rajput} ~Blurb:- Shaurya had never felt it, the need for things. He was a man of passion but never in his life, he had let his desires overpower him. He was always in control of himself. Because she was his SALVATION. At this moment, he felt his throat dry of deep thirst like he had been deprived of water for months when his eyes landed on her lips.

Now I was looking forward to meeting Aditi. I saw some foreign tourists at the airport showrooms, looking at sarees and other traditional Indian garments. They appeared to be fascinated by bright traditional Indian colours and beautiful designs. There was also a small gift shop, from where I bought a rose and a novel, ‘That’s the way we met’, by Sudeep Nagarkar, for Aditi.

~Love is patient; Love is kind. For two hearts lost in the world of danger and deceit, Love is A Game With No Rules.~ Hello, thank you for reaching this far on the story ;) I’d like to introduce my books before AGWNR if it’s your first time stumbling upon my work. 1|Devin ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance 2|Don’s Fiancée ~ Mafia Romance 3|Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone]

He picked me in his arms in a bridal style and gently lied me on the bed. That night he make love with me like I am a very a precious thing to him. There is no mixture of love and lust in his eyes, there is only love. It will be wrong to say it just a love because it was a beyond from the love like we both worship our body by making love with eachother. It was pure. Our love is pure. The End ........................................................................ Finally I completed my first story.. This story is really very closed to me. Preeti and Siddharth's character are so closed to me and they always stay closed to my heart.

I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre. And lastly as for another work on Goodnovel.com I've a contemporary romance I'd love to suggest because now I'm aware of the flash forward style of GN. It's entitled as "Winning Over The Cold Heiress." Thank you~

Niyati is crying her heart out as she remembers what she saw. Niyati is twenty-three years old and is madly in love with her boyfriend, Naman for five years. She is an amazing author has written many famous books and immensely loved by the people for her unique writing style and humorous story plots. They both are of the same age and had not dated anyone before. Niyati went to Naman's apartment to surprise him when she caught him kissing another girl. This unexpected betrayal broke her heart

One was a Graham Greene, the other a Wilbur Smith African adventure. ‘I’ve read this before,’ she said, indicating the Graham Greene. ‘But it was ages ago, and I wouldn’t mind reading it again. I’ve never read any Wilbur Smith.' ‘Take them both,’ he said. ‘Thanks. That’s brilliant. Don’t work too hard, will you?’ And, before any more inane remarks escaped her lips, she turned for the still-open door. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow,’ he said. ‘Be good.’ The irony was so faint, she wasn’t even sure it was there. ‘You too’, she said, with idiotic brightness. ‘Nighty-night.’ ‘Goodnight.’ And he shut the door behind her.

She was the bride of a ghost king who loved her and she loved him. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*