Novel & Cerita Historical Novel India

Elisa broke out in tears as words were getting stuck in her throat. Nick shook his head in disagreement. He was definitely not some kind of a jerk. He did not cheat on her, he did not. He did not even have any idea that things were getting out of his hand already. "I did n..." Mrs. Elisa did not let him finish. She walked towards him and added more, "Do you remember her background? Do you remember she left her home back in India and how did she try to get adapted to here?" Nick bobbed his head while looking down.

I had just become queen, the least that I could do was attend to my current responsibilities which was making small talk with the distinguished guests today. I wasn't a very good conversationalist but I've been researching on how to behave like a certified diplomat. On Amara's instructions, I've been reading more and more books in the library about politics and the history of Moratia, but I was wary about the informations that I've been acquiring from them. The things in the history books about India and the things I had known about her from her diary were drastically different. That led me into thinking that maybe most of the things in the history books weren't as accurate as the writers an

I looked at Zuriel, and quickly wrapped my arms around him, placing my head over his chest. He smiled and caressed my hair. I glanced at the set of books. They're a collection of Indian ancient and historical love stories from history and mythology. Not only that, there was a set of coffee mugs of different colors. "How do you know that I love Indian history, especially love stories in them?" I asked him, pulling away. That's a secret, "he winked at me."

Looking at me he said, “You are the harbinger of good news. We are blessed with a son.” I was told that his only son, the crown prince Madhavrao Scindia was born on that day around the time I had set foot in the state of Gwalior. I performed the puja and stayed there for a month before returning to Kathmandu.” He looked at me in an introspective mood, “The fire puja that I had performed as per the wishes of the maharaja was for the welfare and prosperity of the people, and the benevolence and goodwill of it is still with the dynasty. If my history is not incorrect, he was the only Indian ruler to have continued as the Rajpramukh for many more years after the country’s independence. Two of hi

Start of Flashback Indian is very diverse country which include 22 different languages, it has 28 states with different culture and tradition, every state has their own different religion and values and beliefs, Indian was under British rule for nearly 200 year until it received its freedom on 15th august,1947, after Independence every Indian strive to progress Indian, everyone tried to give in their own effort to initiate building a better future of all Indians however there were some Individuals on other hand who took this Independence as an opportunity to create their own rule on this golden country for which they started playing their dirty game by making its own people to get in fight a

, Anvesha retorted to which Adhyayan nodded in affirmation and continued, “The beautiful story written by Kalidas is set up at Kanvashram. Bharat, their son, after whom our nation is named as Bharatvarsha was born here” “This is so interesting. The place seem to be hidden gem.” Anvesha remarked to which Adhyayan said, “The anecdotes of this place are found in Indika too”, referring to the book written by Greek ambassador, Magesthenese who attended the royal empire of Chandragupta Maurya. “Wow!” Anvesha commented enthusiastically looking forward to visit the place. Adhyayan just chuckled as he told, “You know this place had seen its downfalls too. It was looted and plundered by the Mughals wh

Thus was born the future of Mewar, in the bastion of Kumbhalghar on a day which shook the Mughal empire from it's foundation's, rendering them helpless, so as to flee the very land of Hindustan. Two years hence was born in the house of Rajputs in Umerkot was his biggest enemy, Jalaluddin Mohammed. Only time would tell what the two would do to each other. For both fought to survive and thus came the birth of an entwined destiny which awaited the two to grow. *** Silence..... The two girls gaped at each other in horror and excitement. "I lOVE YOU VIDHI!" Screamed Mrinal jumping up and hugging her friend. Vidhi hugged her back with similar delight and said, "Whoever wrote this book I adore them

Now, after another tiring land journey, they were standing few metres away from their destination, Palace Of Chittaurgarh. Many curious eyes were bloated with awe and faces held stupendous expressions. People of different land were in different land under the leadership of King Atticus. King Atticus along with his elder son Augustus, was in India to do some trade as India's silk, jewels and spices were highly appreciated back in Florence . Though the trade was very limited due to long distance but King Atticus shared a very cordial bond with Maharaj Vikram Singh Rajput. They knew each other since Arab introduced them.