Urdu Romantic Novels & Stories

"I mean because the man I want you to marry is the one you love and love you but instead of that... you ended up marrying me. Your one and only gay best friend." "Rather than me marrying that Owen! It's better that I marry you. Don't you want to?" "Of course, you're better off, you're not toxic like the other girls and boys there! Then if we live together in the same house, we won't have any problems." "I thought about that too! And when we find the one, the one we were meant to be, we can get divorced right! Isn't easy??" I smiled at him. "Yes, it is!" How many times did we catch up and laugh?

‘Mujhe Ishq Hai Tere Chune Se Mujhe Ishq Hai Tera Hone Se Tere Hath Mein Apne Hathon Se Tere Sath Kate Din Raaton Se’ (I’m charmed by your touch I adore being yours I enjoy seeing my hand in yours I enjoy spending my nights and days with you.) - Advika Siddharth Singh Khurana ******

(For the love of God, please don't separate from me) **Holding her finger I twirled her around and pulled her again in my embrace** Hmm, Tujhe Mere Rab Ne Milaya (My God has made me meet You) Maine Tujhe Apna Banaya (I've made You mine) Ab Na Bichadna Khudaya... (For the love of God, please don't separate from me) **She held my torso and I believed that I was almost successful in making her forgive me.** Mohabbat Rooh Ki Hai Laazim Riza... (For the soul, love is a crucial gratification ) Haath Rakhde, Tu Dil Pe Zara (Put Your hand on my heart) O... Haath Rakhde, Tu Dil Pe Zara (x2)

Thurah said after we pulled apart. "I'm so happy you're here." I said. I hugged Darius too and we exchanged pleasantries. "Guess what?" Thurah beamed and Darius rolled his eyes. "Darius found his mate!" I gasped. "You don't say! Congratulations!!" "Thank you." Darius replied. "All my boys are finding love and now I have intensified prayer for this one here." Thurah said, dragging Roman by his hand forward. Roman looked mortified. "I mean for someone who was named Romance at birth, he sure is lacking it!"

Sapne Mein Milta Hai, O Munda Mera Sapne Mein Milta Hai Sapne Mein Milti Hai, O Kudi Meri Sapne Mein Milti Hai Sara Din Gungte Me Band Kudiya Si Akhiyon Mein Khulti Hai Sara Din Sadko Pein Khali Rikshi Sa Peechhe Peeche Chalta Hai Sapne Mein Milta Hai, O Munda Mera Sapne Mein Milta Hai Sapne Mein Milti Hai, O Kudi Meri Sapne Mein Milti Hai Hoi Hoi Hoi. "Wow, Uncle and Aunty, I did not know that you two are that much romantic. I can see your love in your little fight," Vihaan came to the stage and complimented them.

I said to Alim with fascination. "Hmmm..." He kissed the side of my head as I leaned over him. "I am going to announce our reception date." "But-" I started and he cut me off. "I don't want you to have any doubts about us, Arya. You are my wife and that is it." He spoke in Urdu and somehow it had a different impact, that was quite deep, on me. I nodded my head not knowing why I always gave way to his desires. I felt like I was entranced by his being. Whenever he would be near me butterflies would do swims in my belly. His mere touch would ignite electricity. He would look at me with his black alluring eyes and I would lose myself in them. He had me so bad- so bad.

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?”

Her ladybits purred as his cologne filled her nostrils, putting her senses into overdrive. "Bundan sonra aramızda nasıl olacak göstereyim, aşkım" (Let me show you how it will be between us from now on, my love) Her dream lover growled hoarsely in her ear. She flinched, bewildered that he spoke to her in a foreign language, and she attempted to recall if she had ever felt dizzy from excitement from the scent of cologne in her fantasies before; it was more of a presence weakness she had.

And he did the same. Vineet lured her upstairs, admitting to the wants, they both got engaged into hard kissing, and removing each other’s clothes. Ruchi jumped on to the bed, making the perfect pose to seduce him, and turned on the song of Enrique Iglasis, ‘Addicted’ on her phone to set the romantic mood. Vineet was irresistible. He grasped her back, removed her bra, and kissed her gently all over. ‘You want to do this. Are you sure?’ he had grace to ask. ‘Yes,’ she replied softly.

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