India Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I think there is something new in my life from the moment I landed in India, something new. I got out of my trance as my phone started to ring. I picked it up in two rings. "Yes," "Hello, baby," I stopped as I checked the phone screen. It was my so-called new rumored girlfriend Jennifer she comes on the list of top models in London. "Honey, what happens after visiting India you don't feel like calling me?" I can imagine she is pouting. "How can I forget you," I said while plastering a smirk on my face. "I need you." Her voice is demanding and desperate.

This year, there are many files waiting to be translated into various languages. Before marrying Angka, Indira often stayed in her office and always came home late. But nowadays, Indira always tries to get home quickly because she loves the hot meals made by Angka's family chef, which are healthy and very delicious.

India tries to ignore his lascivious peering, she smiled back warmly and replied. “No plans? You mean you came all the way to a place like the Bahamas, and you didn't have any intentions of having fun?” Denver stood there, liking the thought of waking up, having a conversation, and making plans with someone special. It was far better than being in an empty house, in bed, with no one to bounce your ideas or plans off. This vacation/honeymoon feels like a dream. He thought to himself, as he sat there watching a different kind of woman. India is different in her appearance, thoughts, and the way she carries herself. But yet he’s slowly finding her appeal very sexy to him, though unexpected.

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Third Person POV: India a country where dreams comes true, a country which is defined by cultural diversity, which is renowned for its cuisine, technology, festivals, prestige and colorful traditions however from past few years India was slowly disappearing under darkness, it was suffering from growing crimes rates and increase in underworld activities, there was a havoc created by many gangsters all over country , many illegal’s activities and crime which were slowly draining it beauty and value but most dangerous part of it was that every gangster from every corner of India was ruled by just one single person and he was demon himself he was “RAVAN”.

Arash asked Zaya in return. "Do you know about the author of this novel?" Zaya asked again. "Oh ...!" Arash clapped his hands and walked back towards the table where Zaya was sitting, smiling proudly at her. "That's a romance novelist from Indonesia, as far as I remember ... each of her novels always uses a different flower photo, right?" Arash asked again.

said Ria. "Your plan to exchange those flowers was a complete success," said Nancy. "Vinodna's friends played a very pivotal role. If they had not discussed those things, we both wouldn't have known about Manisha's plan and her allergy to roses." "Oh, so it was you who exchanged their gift? I am not surprised," asked Nazia. "Anusha, you were asking something?" asked Nancy. "Nancy, you said that you neither liked nor disliked India." " I don't hate my country because there are many good things about India but India has to improve a lot too. There is every kind of discrimination and injustice."

Chapter 41 India's POV The cursor blinks at me like it’s mocking me. A cruel, tiny pulse on a sea of white, steady, unrelenting, and taunting. I’ve been staring at this empty document for forty-three minutes, and all I’ve written is my name. India Seethal. Not even centered. Not bold. Just sitting there at the top corner like a bruise that refuses to fade. The irony isn’t lost on me. I’m supposed to be a writer, someone who breathes meaning into blank spaces and yet, today, I can’t even assemble a sentence that doesn’t feel fake.

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