Wajbat E Ishq Novels & Stories

- To love someone? - No! Talk about it out loud, but I want you to know. I would kill and die for you, Luna. I faced him. - I don't want you to kill anyone and I don't want you to die either. I just want you for me. - I love you! Smile. - I love you more. [...] I woke up hearing voices being whispered, I don't think it was supposed to wake me up, not open my eyes to hear the conversation.

Maybe you forget the depth of love, We shared.. But I can't.. Because they were happy memories.. We both shared.. From the past.. At present.. Our ways are far away. Away from each other . But the love is still alive.. And it will be alive..till my heart stop beating and my eyes stop imagining the dreams Of us.. Holding each other's hand.. Till death do us part…. ____________________________________________________

she exclaimed as we both looked at each other. I was not able to speak to her immediately when she asked because it would hurt her if I told her. "No, when my past and present memories came back, I suddenly thought, did I really love you?" I asked her to answer, and I saw tears in her eyes. I approached her closely and shook my head immediately. "As I look at you now and feel if you really have a place here, I feel nothing but hatred and anger in my heart. I wish I had never met you and I didn't do anything to you." I yelled at her angrily and showed her how I look when I get really angry.

,, Ervin spoke and Dhawal rolled his eyes at him Stop putting non sense in her mind .... ,, Dhawal said and smacked his shoulder Baby , Candy , listen Hamesha aise sakhs ko chuna karo jo apko izzat de kyunki izzat mohabbat se jyada khash hoti hai (Always choose that one person who gives you respect because respect is more valuable than love) . . . ..... ,, Dhawal said and Taapur nodded her head Let's go Candy . . . . .... ,, Ervin said and Taapur adjusted her Dupatta (long stole) and covered her face under the long red veil

“That’s ridiculous, Ahbaya — she’s amazing! She is the idol of many and everyone wants to be her! How could she —” “Who could love someone as useless as me? Was something Ahbaya always tell herself.” Emery spoke, voice soft yet it tugged on my heart painfully. “I had been her beta for so long that I’m lucky enough she sees me as her friend, but it’s painful she sees herself as some useless trash. She only knows love as something impossible for her to gain, because once her husband finds out she’s barren, he’ll chew her up and spit her out. Which is why she will never admit to you or even to herself, how much she actually loves you. Her pride and her pain hinders her from reaching out to the

It was as if our bodies were made for each other, our love igniting a passion that couldn't be contained. As we reached the peak of our passion, Marco's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity. "Ti amo," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I love you too," I whispered back, my heart overflowing with emotion. As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that our love would conquer all. Nothing could ever tear us apart. As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. It was as if the world outside had melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in our own little bubble of love.

“Do we really have to do this?” I asked once more as we started driving off to God knows where. “Just stay calm and if it helps in any way, then you should know I don’t plan on keeping you as a wife forever.” “Huh?” I asked, feeling even more rejected That seems to happen a bit too often now, whenever this jerk chooses to open his mouth to speak I should be glad to hear that honestly, but this is hurting my ego big time... Am I not desirable as a woman?

Jace articulated, his voice a reflection of the uncharted emotional territory they navigated. Marvis, her countenance radiating with unyielding love, mirrored his sentiments with quiet affirmation. "Jace, our unanticipated love signifies the triumph of understanding and empathy—a testament to the transformative potency of unspoken longing and shared vulnerability." Their tender exchange unfolded against the backdrop of the evolving tapestry of their shared emotions, intertwining with the echoes of unyielding love and unfaltering companionship.

Why does he want to marry me? Why me? How he knows my all favorite taste I love white and golden, I love mango juice, I love that makeup and dresses, perfumes that I always dream of, even the sandwich I ate was onion-free and full of cheese and mayonnaise just like I always eat in the lunch..... How he knows that???

Kwame added. “You must be high on cheap drugs, Tenison can you hear yourself?" Kwabena questioned. “Yes, I can hear myself, I think this marriage was based on lust, not love. Perhaps I saw it to be love, or lust or maybe something like that, I dunno." Kwame added. “My friend, you better sought whatever is going on in your head, rubbish," Kwabena replied. “Ad3n aa, it wasn't based on love, if you didn't love her why then did you marry her?" He inquired.