Hindi Novels & Stories

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?)

(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.

She spat furiously, and Christian stared at her, puzzled. “What language are you speaking suddenly?” He asked, and Mishka realised what she said. She closed her eyes for a second, sighing. “Sorry, I start speaking in the Hindi language whenever I am angry, upset, or scared.” Mishka pouted and Christian chucked, “I am not sitting inside. I am not going anywhere with you. Move aside and let me go!!” Mishka further added and tried to leave, but Christian trapped her between the car door and his hard chest.

It was a holographic call from someone she was familiar with. ‘What does Akash want now?’ Grisha sighed heavily and clicked her watch. “Ohh! Holy cow! Those are some nice…” A brown hairy 20-year-old youth’s face appeared in front of her, he couldn’t help but ogle at her drenched breasts. It was Akash Bakshi. “ahem…I mean…I sometimes forgot how hot you are… wanna go on a date sometime?” “Shut it! Akash… I am not in a mood for your pervy comments! What the hell do you want?”

Shravan said. “Why the discrimination now, bhai? You are a Rajasthanian. And yet you are happily married to a Mumbai girl.” Siddhu pointed out. “We have a common mother tongue, Siddhu.” Shravan said, making both Siddhu and Drishti frown in confusion. What nonsense is he speaking? “I don’t understand your point, Shravan bhai.” Siddhu said. “Okay. Let me make it clear. Which is your most comfortable language?” Shravan asked.

Michalis Mancini spoke in a tone so sweet it would have almost fooled her. “Yes, Mr. Mancini. Thank you for your generosity. I am thankful for this opportunity.” She faked an appreciative smile. “μη με κάνεις να το μετανιώσω” he spoke in Greek, making her raise her brows in surprise. How many languages did this man speak? She knew that Michalis Mancini was no ordinary man, after all, he ran the Mancini family, and his reputation scared the dead. Not only was he ruthless, but he was clever.. extremely clever. How else would he manage to run this family for so long and win so many mafia wars?

I has prepared his favorite dahi bhindi, stuffed Amritsari Naan and Rajma Chawal (all indian dishes). Ma, Kirti Di (a term used in India to greet elder sister as) , Ketan bhaiya (Indian term for elder brother) Papa, Milapriya bhabhi (Indian term for sister in law) , Harsheen Chachi (Aunt) , Deven Chacha (Uncle) , Tanmay bhaiya and Khusali bhabhi are sitting in the lounge debating the mode of travel. "Hiten,we should go by car. It will be nice long drive for everyone."

, She replied to him. God knows what she told him. Mother-son duos are always talking in their common language. Which language? banglow? No, it's Bangla? No, Aah! It's the Bangla language. yes, I got it but I don't understand a single word of their talk. Danny and I understand the Hindi language very well because of Arjun and Neil, but it's difficult for us to speak. We speak a few words of the Hindi language and I must tell you that our pronunciation will make you laugh louder with tears in your eyes.

I say and both of them laugh. "So, here ya go!" my mom says as she hands me the plate and kisses my head. I dig into it immediately and I close my eyes at the first bite. Before anyone could say anything, a different voice spoke, "I hope I'm not too late" I turn behind to see my brother, "Xavy" I say and I keep my plate and hug my brother, Xavier. "No! Iris, you will dirty my clothes" he says as he holds up his hand to keep distance between us. I roll my eyes at him

I inquired , smiling just as widely "So back in India , there's this celebration that happens every year on the full moon date of Falgun month called Holi. Basically is the a popular and significant Hindu festival celebrated as Festival of colors ,love and spring.." This was so interesting..I couldn't help the malicious smile that found its place on my face "So let me guess, it's the celebration tomorrow?" "Right , Anushka's father invited me ,they are celebrating Holi tomorrow at the colony " Sammy admitted , making me clap my hands in excitement Jackpot!! "Exactly what I needed Sammy my friend" I grinned, imagining all the drama unfold in my head "Just imagine ,the spectacle ,the audience