Best Hindi Novels & Stories

"But how come you guys know Hindi? You're Bengali, Adi, and didn't West say that he's Pakistani?" I let out a small laugh. "Dude, you don't spend 16 years jamming to Bollywood songs and not learn a new language." "And, uh, Urdu and Hindi are pretty much the same, so," West added, scratching the side of his neck. Shrilly, the morning bell rang out across the EA hallways, leaving students to scatter to their classes. Ever muttered a 'shit, I'm gonna be late' and hurried off. West fell into a line beside me as I strode on. "Please tell me your feet hurt like hell too," he casually muttered, gaze fixed forward.

"Yes Jewish, Indian.." "No way" he exclaimed surprise. "Yes way." "How did you learn all these...I mean it must have been so difficult" "Nope learning language is the most easiest thing for me it like breathing." "That a lie" "So what language can you speak" "Well...I ...can...speak....english" I gave him a dumb look "Oh...wow...I never knew" "So what language other than English can you speak genius" "A little Spanish" "Estas guapa" "What does that mean"

He tried to explain her in the simplest way possible. (Translation: I know how to speak and write more than forty languages, one of them is Hindi, which you speak.) "Lekin aap ne p-pehle kyun nahi batata hame?" she asked him in the same hushed tone sounding offended. (Translation: But why didn't you tell me b-before?)

"Xander, my husband, Di is used for elder sister not brothers, okay?" Hearing her words, it was like a bucket of cold water was splashed into him. He tightened his lips. What did I do? The unpleasantness that had just reduced increased once again. It was nothing good. It seems like he must learn Hindi soon. As a businessman, Hindi was considered as one of the top ten most spoken languages so he ought to know how to speak it but he just never got the time. Although, now it looks like I'll have to make time. He secretly thought in his mind.

An Indian drama series was showing on air and quite coincidentally, they were talking about a new bride preparing dinner for her parents- inlaw and she heard words like 'kheer', 'chicken biryani', 'dal' and so much more. Smiling mischievously, she quickly repeated the ones she heard properly to him. "I want to eat Kheer and chicken briyani!" In her rush to repeat the Indian words, she wrongly pronounced 'biryani' as 'briyani' but the only thing the person at the other end said on response was, "Alright. Thank you very much. Talk to you later. Take care."

(Baba, do you think he is going to cancel the deal? Uday whispered to him. "चुप बैठो, सुन लेगा" (Shut up, he will hear you!) He scolded lowly. "हिंदी नहीं आती उसको" (He can't understand Hindi.) He replied back.

Rob said, and I blushed a lot. " Shut up !! Even if you like everything Indian... Indian bride, Indian wedding, clothes, food, best friend, everything is Indian. What is the matter with you? " " I love India because I love two Indians. My best friend is Indian, my would-be wife is Indian. Moreover, I am settled here in India, my main office is in India. I get the raw materials for my products from India. I have liked the food since Aman introduced me to it. I just regret that I could not learn Hindi. But I am not good at learning languages. You tell me what is your reason for loving everything Indian? "

“Thank you, Bhai. I’m really looking forward to this.” They had bewildered faces as they glanced at me, so I said, “In Hindi, ‘Bhai’ means ‘brother’. I hope it’s okay if I call you that.” “Absolutely,” Alex exclaimed. “We like it. Well, don't you worry. Everything will be done.” We all agreed to the arrangement, and I left their office with a grin plastered on my face.