Indian Fanfic Novels & Stories

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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.

I meant I had seen all these were generally done by the man for the woman, but she proved that women were no less than the men. “How did you find out that I was in India? And about my plan of marrying Camella all of a sudden?” “Oh, that! I used to stalk your F******k page, I*******m Id, tweeter, and everything to gather all your information.” “Yeah! Whatever”, I muttered because that was too much to take in! “I’m feeling hungry.” “Me too.”, She said behind me. “I hope she would have instant noodles in her home. Let me check.”

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.

Busty white woman requires the services of an Indian tailor. ************* The Busty & The Naughty is a work of erotic fiction that contains mild bondage and interracial sex between a white woman and south Asian (Indian) man. Enjoy.. ***** "Hi, I need to get a bridesmaid dress altered by Friday, will you be able to get it done in time?" Jeanie was feeling hopeless. Her younger sister Cynthia's wedding was Saturday and she only had one week left to get this done. Now she was having a difficult time finding anyone who could finish it before the wedding.

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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. _____

I took her away from there, holding her back before they both started clawing at each other’s faces. “No, let me go, E,” she growled, “I am not done with him.” “Calm down, Jhansi Ki Rani,” I whispered in her ear, my arms cinching around her small waist. Her face relaxed and she let out an adorable snort. Kiara Sharma, my best friend since I could learn to walk, was Indian. I had the honor to befriend her when her family moved next to our apartment and her parents took every opportunity to tell us stories about great Indian warriors. Especially Jhansi Ki Rani as she was our favorite.