Résultats pour "It's Complicated" dans Comédie et humour

Love is not complicated, people are! Pyaar, Mohabbat, Ishq, junoon—love has its own Synonyms. The four-letter word, easy to spell and easier to say, is far more complicated when the brain and heart play their parts in a relationship. Aditya, a nerd, falls head over heels in love with Rutuja, who happens to be the eye candy of the college. Rutuja loves books and wants Aditya to pen down a story. Will Aditya, a non-reader, manage to write a novel? Just when their relationship goes on a roller-coaster ride for the worse, Aditya decides to attempt suicide. Can a relationship make you weak?

Brought to you by Penguin. Dee Jensen's life is about to get complicated... She's just found out that if she wants to start a family she needs to get on with it - fast. But her almost-definitely boyfriend Nat has almost-definitely just broken up with her. Could platonic co-parenting - where two...

A mosaic of human connections in all their sexy and shameless shades – from breaking up to making out, quiet contentment to agonising loneliness, sexting to ghosting, friendships to ‘fuckboys’, pregnancy loss to profound fulfilment. ‘🤌' – Maya Jama ‘Utterly fascinating’ –...

They call him the Anaconda, and I'm pretty sure it isn't because he likes snakes. Nick Jenson is my neighbor. My hot, oh-so-sexy, very-well-equipped neighbor that I'd spend hours watching from the safety of my bedroom window. I saw lots of things I probably shouldn't have. Sometimes I'd touch myself, imagining it were his hands roaming over my body instead of my own. I had just one mission - to find out if the rumors were true.  

Right now is a time to laugh. You can dance if you want to, but there will be no weeping and no mourning here. My friends and family are always laughing at my random antics, so I gathered up some of them and put them in this book for your laughing pleasure. While I have moments of seriousness, if you came to see angels and demons fighting, that's not what this one is. Of course I talk about God, because he's my boo, but when you keep listening, I'm acting up again - just random.

I’m the queen of dating disasters - I’ve had more rotten dates than you can shake a long-stemmed rose at. After years of one disappointment after another, I’m beginning to feel like I’ll never say “I do.” So after being dumped one too many times, I do something stupid: I make a pact with my best friend Asher. If neither of us is married by 35, we tie the knot. I’ve got to meet Mr. Right by then, don’t I? But when I take a job redecorating Asher’s bachelor pad, I realize he’s a lot different from the guy I thought he was.

I hate Charlie Cavendish. Rich. Over-privileged. Smug. The guy’s far too good-looking for his own good, and he’s always got that smirk teasing at the edges of his mouth, telling me what he thinks of me. And now, my worst nightmare has come true. Charles Cavendish has moved into my building, which means I can’t avoid seeing him everywhere I go. He’s always there, judging me, especially when I come in late at night. Hey, I can’t help it if my “single American girl in London” writing gig means I’ve got to check out every new club in town.

Noah Grant was my first. He was the guy who went from childhood friend to teenage love. The guy I spent one heady, intoxicating summer with, only to have my heart snapped in two—not by him, but by me. Fast forward 12 years and just when I think I’m finally over Noah, he’s back. Older, wiser, hotter.