Indian Fanfic Novels & Stories

the man, looking to be in his early forties, asks, staring at the both of us. I open my mouth but snap it shut when India spoke. “Yes we are, he’s a hybrid.” She blurts out, and I tense up and gaze down at her. Jaclyn was right. India didn’t really see me come back because she was interested in me. She did because she hoped I’d be useful to her in some ways, and I stupidly threw my real friend away for a mate straight from hell.

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"And how you will do that, ishy-picky?" "His F* and twitter account." "Spam Queen is coming back." Abhi sizzled. Ishika flicked her hair at the back. "You all are jealous. Wait and watch. Ranbir will be my boyfriend soon," She sneered. Soon meant never. I shook my head at her childishness. Her and her stupid crush. "I've even thought of our ship name. Ranis." We ignored her rambling about her crushes. Lavish and Abhi were talking about some cricket match and trying to make us join in which never happened.

Austin instantly got busy with phone calls. They returned to the hotel soon and Ian decided to take a long shower. He decided to enjoy the authentic Indian food that his girlfriend always praised and true to her words, the food was amazing. After lunch he settled with some business magazines on the table since their flight still had a lot of time. After going through the Indian market trends, he realised that India looked like a good market for investment. Maybe someday they could consider setting up a branch here.

She was looking world’s most beautiful girl. Her peach pink was sexy yet simple and elegant. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I wanted to squeeze her and kiss her each and part of body. I couldn’t concentrate on any of my classes. All I could think was her. Slowly I can feel like losing myself. I end up gazing her all the time instead of taking. Wherever she was going I was behind her- in café, outside the class, in the parking lot. It was tenth day of this. Her smile was working has a dagger over my heart. Every time I see her I couldn’t control myself fantasising about her. But I know she can never be mine.

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He found the shop easily, bought an Americano from the girl behind the counter, and sat at a table where he had a good view of her; the view was quite pleasant. The girl was a petite blonde with sparkling blue eyes and D-cup breasts mounted on a trim frame. Despite her large chest she wore a spaghetti-strapped tank top and no bra along with a short, tight skirt and platform pumps. Michael watched her busying herself behind the counter while he sipped his coffee. Unbidden, an image of him sliding his cock up between those huge tits came to his mind. He was spurting up and over her face with each thrust and she was egging him on.

When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur. My mind flits back to how he found my diary that night. What would have happened if he never found out what was written in it? Would we be exactly as we were in the past, lusting for each other from afar? Not every attraction should be acted on. The next time I fantasize about someone I shouldn’t, I will remember this. _____

In anticipation, that one day you will see me. The world surrounds you for your outer beauty. But look through my eyes and you will see a different story. (The poem is not mine) India. My mate. My love. My soulmate. I know something very bad has happened to her. Very bad memories are imprinted in her heart, which are like a scar in her life.