Indian Fanfic Novels & Stories

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”.

“Intimately.” Harper clicked her tongue. “Semantics.” I turned on Harper again, fury detonating. “You planned this.” She shrugged. “I missed you.” India let out a soft, broken laugh. That sound hurt more than shouting ever could. “An ex-fiancé,” India said slowly, like she was tasting poison. “My cousin is your ex-fiancé.” I swallowed hard. “Yes.” Silence crashed down. India’s chest rose and fell unevenly. “You told me about your mother. About Rory. About the war, the blood, the bodies. You stripped yourself bare with me.”

The fire that courses through my body as he claims me in front of her is very inappropriate, but I kind of love it. India’s arms have dropped to her sides, and she’s panting. Now she’s the one barely hanging onto her anger, but he’s not done yet. “The Goddess has returned my mate to me and given us another chance in this lifetime. I won’t be marrying you, and if that’s a dealbreaker with the King, I won’t be taking the throne. I don’t care.” India is fuming, and I’m honestly surprised there isn’t literal steam coming from her ears and nose when she takes one more step toward us, pointing her finger at Roman and then me.

She sat down. "Oh my goodness! You think I'm Scottish, an Irish boy, or an American from Los Angeles or Las Vegas? Dammit Isha we are both fucking Indians! We are Indians you better get that through your fucking skull! Look here! There's a guy who's looking at you when you are not looking, there's a guy who's wishing to talk to you someday, there's a guy who's wishing to just sit next to you without saying a word, someone somewhere is longing and praying for that sis"!

her mind questioned her. Her mind was clogged up in battle of thoughts. But one thing was sure. She liked how his accent sounded just now. She liked when he spoke hindi. His accent was alluring. Just like him!!!! Hey guys, please VOTE and FOLLOW ME How's the chapter? Hey Guys, please VOTE and follow me LET ME KNOW YOUR VIEWS IN THE COMMENTS SECTION. PLEASE VOTE AND SUPPORT ME.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

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Indie demanded as her mouth started teasing at my breast and her fingers found their way back between my legs. “Zarina! Oh goddess! I missed your fingers.” I squealed. “Only I know how to touch you, Lorelai. He may be your male mate, but he’ll never be able to do what I can.” Indie growled against the soft flesh of my breast. She started kissing up to my neck as her fingers nimbly worked over every sensitive spot I had. Indie stopped to suck on the mark Rao left on my neck. A spike of emotion came through the mark.

I could hear the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat. "I am waiting Cindrella don't play riddles."he made me look at him. "I want to visit India..."I said pecking his lips lightly.His body stiffened by shock .For a moment he didn't budge nor made a move . "I am serious Randhir..I want to visit her birth place and your ancestral home in Rajasthan."I said stroking his small hairs locks. And he pulled me for a long lasting lip lock. "Are we not breaking the stereotype