Satrangi Mohabbaton Ke Sang Novels & Stories

She picked at the first ring “Hey girl, I’ve been tryna reach, do you plan on giving me a heart attack or something?” She said on the phone “Relax Josie I’m at Scranton right now” “What? What are you doing there? Is everything okay?” She asked “I’m okay, remember the guy at the party?” I asked knowing full well that Josie Mohana would of course remember the guy we sighted from the corner of the club and she didn’t disappoint “Sure, the smoking hot ass” she squealed

Since we had already crossed that line, there was no point in holding back now. "Did you miss me, or did you miss my body?" He truly seemed famished every time we met. He smirked, pressing his lips against my neck and nipping at the skin. I arched my back, feeling a wave of sensation. "Ah. Stop." I frowned slightly, trying to endure the stimulation he was providing. "I missed both. Sex comes from love, and only you can fill my hungry stomach. Only you. You have no idea how wonderful you are, sweetheart."

Your brilliant mind can do far greater things than track me down. For Zion: You said you wanted the truth. The truth is that I have loved you since I was sixteen years old and never stopped for a single day. Not when I ran. Not when I lied. Not when I pretend you don’t matter. The truth is also that love sometimes means leaving so that the person you love can keep existing. Don’t hate me for it. Or hate me if you need to—turn it into music, scream about me to the entire world. But stay alive. Keep singing. The world needs your music more than it needs me.