Shikast E Mohabbat Novels & Stories

"I am not obliged to answer." "There's no use in avoiding it." "Mohabbat toh dil ki ibadat hai Yeh kissi murti ki mohtaj nahi" He told her about a couplet in Urdu language. Astonished by his accent, she was impressed even if she didn't understand his words. "Where do you learn it?" "My assistant's ex was a poet, she taught me. You can find many Urdu language speakers in England." "What does it mean?" "It's translation goes: Love is the worship of the heart....

(Source taken from Wiki Diff) More details... Love = now or in the future Loved = in the past See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

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

said Vania "Please Vania, I don't want you to say these kinds of things, the love I have for you goes far beyond friendship and brotherhood." said Kalvin "That's the problem because the one I have for you is limited to friendship and brotherhood." said Vania Kalvin let out a sigh like an Olympic Games athlete. " Phew! Just try to think about it, that's all I ask of you." he said "How many times do I have to tell you Kalvin" said Vania

She was no friend of his, just a charity case but for Osama she lied. (There is always a huge difference between love and friendship.) "Lies. No one falls in love within a day.... Inki na dosti sachi hai, na mohabbat! But it's okay, for you I won't say anything. understand you...." Osama promised, as he spoke again. "-However, if I have to choose between you and the love of my life, I would always choose you. Because you are my favorite girl, and no other person could ever come close to your place, let alone take it." he finished kissing Maria's temple with a small smile which was reciprocated immediately. "I know you would." she whispered a tear leaking out of her eye, hearing his heart tou

I say sharing my disgust at him at the very moment. " This is not how you get someone to love you. You do not manipulate the person you love just to fucking get there attention, you cannot force me to love you,I have no control over my heart! The faster you understand that the better for you goddammit! " I say to him through gritted teeth.

I had learnt something else, something which had changed my mindset. From all my observations in the past month, I had figured out that Hate was way more stronger than Love. Love was nothing but fantasy, something read in storybooks and viewed in movies. It was something mistaken by others as real and true, while it was truly nothing but mere lust compounded with desire and sexual need. Something which our body hormones toy with us.

Meeting his gaze with unwavering affection, she responded hushedly, "Yes, my love. Let us continue and celebrate the precious bond of our love that fuels this growth." Mahesh's smile broadened, radiating warmth and an unmistakable admiration. "Precisely," he affirmed. "Just as Rachna and her mentor fostered a relationship of mutual upliftment, we too can be each other's most enthusiastic cheerleaders, constantly motivating one another to reach for new horizons and achieve heights we never thought possible."

Therefore, Stella did not notice the fluttering of his eyelashes and the redness of the corners of his eyes under his arm. After a while, he adjusted his tone and said with amusement. “It is very difficult to separate love and kinship. After a long time, love can also become kinship. So, why can’t kinship turn into love?” “There are so many friendships in this world that turn into love,” he said gruffly. “As long as there is no blood relation, I believe everything is possible. Besides…”

Then said quietly: “I don’t want to lose the feeling we had.” Oliver met her gaze. “You won’t,” he said. But this time, it didn’t sound like certainty. It sounded like hope. And that difference mattered. Ariana gave a small nod. Then walked into the lecture hall. Oliver followed. But both of them carried the same thought now. Not about distance. Not about effort. But about something harder to define. How do you rebuild something… without losing what made it feel real in the first place?