Indian Characters Novels & Stories

Some say he was stuck inside the lab while the fire wore down the whole place but my mom said it was a well-planned missionary to cost my dad's life. I didn't get to the point that she was trying to make me understand. Chole, Natasha, Dacy, Nichole, Clara, and Eminem, my crazy friends are going to join me for the journey to Chennai. And from there Kalai, Priya, Dhanu, Tharani, and Pooja will join us. They are eager to work with us and I am happier to get their support. Indians are so friendly and helping minded. I still remember when I was lost between the crowd, an old lady offered me some food and water even sat with me until my dad gets me. That was my last visit to India but still, that

The woman who I've met at the dining hall yesterday spoke. She's the head of the Indian's representative. And she called him Haseem? That name suits that Indian with green eyes. I've just noticed, each of the five Indian Malemyns has different eye color. This Haseem has green. The others has blue, grey, brown, and black.

I began, playing the role of a typical young woman, "I love dancing. It’s a great way to unwind. I also enjoy reading and exploring new places." Rajesh nodded appreciatively. "A woman of many talents. I must say, you dance beautifully. Last night, you captivated everyone in the room." I gave a modest smile. "Thank you. Dancing has always been a passion of mine." He reached across the table and took my hand in his, his touch warm and firm. "In India, we have a rich culture of dance and music. If you were Indian, we might call you 'Anjali,' which means 'divine offering.' It suits you."

These people were usually civilians appointed by the underworld as figures in power to regulate their territory without territorial complications. The Indian lady was no beauty, but there was an intelligent look in her eyes. She wore a turquoise saree with fauna prints. If Zen had not known better, he would have thought she was a teacher or librarian. The way her thick plastic-framed glasses sat on her fleshy nose gave her the illusion of a well-educated middle-aged lady who would be a kind mother. Her round face and short neck gave her a rather soft edge. She was about Sasha’s height but had a short neck. The dozens of glass bangles she wore, accompanied by the many golden jewellery pieces,

All they need to be is a human being. And since my story is about Indians, my protagonists are Indians and that's where you all have an advantage because being an Indian, you can be of any color. White, black, brown, yellow, you name it, we have it. You can also be of any religion, Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Jain, Buddhist etc and you can also be of any caste (although I'd prefer if you don't see for the caste). You can also have any kind of body and facial features, from tall to short, from fat to thin, from wide eyes to tiny narrow eyes, from big ears to small ones, we Indians are diverse culturally, socially and in what not. Which is why I don't tell anything about their eyes or nose or co

I DEDICATE THIS STORY TO MY BEST FRIEND Dr NANCY WHO DIED A FEW MONTHS BEFORE DUE TO COVID. FEW WORDS TO BE KNOWN BEFORE READING THE BOOK. SINCE IT IS AN Indian Story written in English, some words are written here with meanings to help all the readers. CHACHI is someone a child calls to father's sister in law. CHACHA is someone a child calls to a father's brother. BHAI/BHAIYA means brother.

Luna found herself haggling with friendly vendors, admiring the craftsmanship, and indulging in street food delicacies like spicy vada pav and sweet jalebi. Luna couldn't resist a visit to Bollywood, the heart of India's film industry. She attended a vibrant dance performance and even had the opportunity to be part of a movie set as an extra. Luna was amazed by the talent and dedication of the actors and crew, witnessing firsthand the energy and passion that went into creating India's famous cinematic experiences.

Everyone seemed to be acting well. “We’re siblings,” I answered. Brielle raised her eyebrows. “Aarush is Indian, and Xian is Asian…” She turned her head to Xian. “Are you Chinese or Korean?” “What kind of question is that?” Xian gasped, looking at me. “Who is she? Your girlfriend?” “You have a problem with me being Indian?” he asked, sounding upset and blinking his round eyes at her. I pursed my lips, suppressing a laugh. “No!” Brielle shook her head, panic-stricken at the sudden attack of Aarush and Xian. She raised her hands. “Sorry if it sounded that way.”

I spoke. "I am working as a TL in a leading software company. Dedicated employee. I am more of a family person. They are always my first preference. A great fan of our Indian food. Favourite colour: Black and blue; Favorite actors: Thalaivar - Superstar Rajni, Surya and Shiva Karthikeyan; Actress: Nayanthara. I love reading books and cooking. Normal middle-class man. I think that's it." After that, we spoke some general things for a while.