Toor E Mohabbat Novels & Stories

Lots of love Priya.

,, 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

She left me for Micah all those years over money, and I was bitter about it. "But when you died and truly disappeared, I realized you were always the one I loved most in this world. I didn't care if you were a fake heiress. What can I do to get back what I lost? "Addy, after everything, I finally understand that my love was for you. I made so many mistakes, and I don't expect your forgiveness. I just wish I could talk to you and our daughter every day." He only hated me because he thought I was just like Micah, who had also taken someone else's rightful place?

And definitely, it was not she expected at all, since she disliked the man since her high school days. "You must get used to it, Liv," anito. "I am one to give many compliments to my girl. And also, my love language is touch. So I think, you would have to find ways to adjust to that." Napatango siya. "Don't worry. I got it." "You do?" anito na nakalapit na sa kanya. Napatigil naman siya nang biglang hinawi nito ang buhok niya at inipit sa tenga niya.

I hear him say as he tried to touch me,which made me evade his touch like it burned. " love? do you even know what that word means,or its just simply a joke to you. You do not do that to someone you claimed to love. You fucking used me Xander " I say now breaking into uncontrollable tears as I felt him hold me tight making it difficult for me to get out of his grasp,which made me suddenly relax into his hold. " I'm sorry okay,I know that no matter what I tell you or no matter how I try to explain how sorry I am,it would not still count for anything,but I love you so much Neesa,so fucking much" I hear him say once again which made my anger suddenly rise.

The room suddenly felt smaller. Warmer. Dangerous. "You're miserable." I flinched. The blunt honesty hurt. Because it was true. Ethan noticed immediately. His expression softened. A look of pain crossed his face. "God." He ran a hand through his hair. "You really are miserable." Tears immediately burned behind my eyes. Embarrassment flooded me. Humiliation followed close behind. I looked away. Unable to bear his gaze. Then he said something that shattered me. "You were never supposed to end up like this."

"Maybe that's one of them, Reo. However, you need to believe ... if I really love you for no reason." "Actually, what was your motivation for wanting to be gay like me, Jack?" "At first I thought, if I can't heal you, then I'll follow in your footsteps. However, since last week, I've been trying to find the best way. God is so good, so give me directions. I love you, and I want to be happy with you." A tear fell from Reo's eye. He was moved, happy, surprised, all those feelings were mixed in his heart. Reo never expected if his love would be reciprocated so quickly.

“At first it was just a feeling. Then I saw it — in a vision. He’s good for you, Kieara. He’s going to be the one who saves you.” I swallowed hard. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He stood abruptly, pacing the room, running a hand through his hair. “Because I love you!” he burst out. “I’ve always loved you. And I knew if I told you, you wouldn’t go. You wouldn’t get help. And I can’t—” His voice cracked. “I can’t watch you destroy yourself anymore.” I froze. Oakley… loved me? Not as a friend. Not as a brother. Not as a roommate.

“I love you, and I won’t let anyone else touch you. You’re mine for eternity.” I wiped my tears, trying to steady my breathing. “Clean me, Elijah. Please, heal me. Take all the traces of them from my body.” He took me in his arms and laid me gently in the bath, the warm water washing over my skin. He covered me with bubbles and began to carefully scrub every part of me. His touch wasn’t lustful—it was pure, full of love and affection. As he cleaned me, I felt not just my body being cleansed, but my soul as well. His love was healing me in ways I never imagined possible.