Indian Fanfic Novels & Stories

Again, so sorry for not uploading this past two days since I wasn’t feeling well and have a bad fever and bad headache (not Covid19 tho, lol, since I’m already okay and no one in my family is affected). Just talking about Clarke and surprise2, our new heroine, Miss Elizabeth T. Sharma. I’m trying to bring a bit of an Indian influence since I am part Indian myself so do be alert for the updates and I promise you, I will do my best to entertain with Clarke and El’s story like how I did with Alissa and Daniel . So many ideas come to mind and I hope you will enjoy it as much as I love writing it. God bless and stay safe. See you 2moro ,hopefully. Love, Diana.

She screamed in excitement, and jumped up, her cheeks hurting from the wide smile on her face. Her ticket to a whole new life, she walked to her room and laid on the bed facing the ceiling- she kept fantasizing about India most popular city- Mumbai. A city she have always dreamt of. She have a lot of plan for India, meeting someone was something she wished for, even though she knew how most India men was obsessed about a white skinned woman. But deep in her heart, she believed there was someone there, waiting patiently for her.

Samaira ignored Mita and handed the tee shirt back to the girl, complimenting her as well, the girl was indeed quite a beauty Samaira felt that something about her was familiar to her, but since she didn’t recognise her so she ignored the feeling “Can I also have a selfie with you please,” the girl requested, “I don’t want to miss seeing you again, please,” Samaira obliged and they took a friendly selfie Mita sneered in her heart seeing Samaira being adored by a fan, she couldn’t shut up “Samaira, I’m sure if you keep getting such fans, you will all the more enjoy being a mistress right?, in fact you might even put in extra efforts to please Siddharth Kapoor so that he keeps you as his favou

we went back to home my friends stays with me only as no one stays in my home my dad is busy with his business iam left alone with maids in home so my friends stays with me all the time I went to my room to sleep I get everything I want I don't know I still wants something but what is that why iam not satisfied though I had everything this is the question I asks myself everyday before sleeping @NIHA POV@ this guy never changes sorry I didn't introduced myself right iam niharika iam cousin sister and best friend to Rishi he is such a cold and aloof guy he behaves weird all the time I know it's not his mistake but he needs to change he can't stay like this forever why god not showing mercy on

“Not at all. Consider it a form of fan service. It will be more of a bother to you that it will be to me, I promise.” “Oh right, fan service because you use to be a fan. But wouldn’t that be abuse of title, besides I’m retired .it is a disservice to you.” “I still am, so, no its not. I’m glad to have you here. Anytime.” And with that, home girl was whipped. Something about having such a powerful ex fan felt so fucking good. She was very interested in getting the man…. No, the house and it’s…. surroundings better.

( Hazel Solace , Damian Knight, Atlas Aiden. Whisper to me: Basically a desi book specially for Bangladeshi, Indian, and Pakistani readers. It's a deep love affectionate book along with desi twist can't wait to share it. A Bengali lady and two Pakistani men. It's a mix! ( Mehnoor khan, Hamza Osmani, Ayaan Ahmed ) Don't forget to give feedback . I hope you all loved the ending of sinful obsession. Have a great day pookies. 🎀💗

I have read many love stories but mine is my favorite! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ I don't know how many of you have liked this chapter but after reading your comments in the previous parts I get to know that those who don't belong to India are enjoying the Indian culture, festivals, etc that I have described in this story and believe me guys I feel so happy and proud whenever you say that you are loving it as you get to know more and more about Indian culture. So I thought of writing one chapter on the grand Indian wedding and why not when it is our Ana and Rudra who was going to caged in the love of each other forever 🤭😉.

Both gave a deathly glance at each other. "Idiot, there is no manner in this Mr. Arrogant. How can he stay with an unknown girl in the same room? The biggest stigma on Indian culture." Aaina thinks while checking her bags. "Which type of girl, she is.? I think, fully characterless. Which Indian girl stay in the same room with a stranger man? Same on her. It's really ridiculous. All girls are same, lusty, gold digger and characterless.'' Harsh thinks and hatred hovers over his face.

"Am I nefarious to you to hide? Am I bringing shame to you? Am…" "SHshhhhhh! Never think like this. You have Indian blood and I have Italian. Think our Damien is the mix of two cultures. A prideful Indian and an arrogant Italian deadly combination. I am happy to have you beside me , none allowed to get you except me. Only I am the beholder of your every sight. Even I have to slaughter male species on this bloody earth." he gritted his teeth. Nandini saw a lethal obsession in his eyes which made her inner side excited and hate at the same time.

dodged Inder. "Tsk, just keep evasive Mr. Mahendra!" hissed Amayra irritably. His lips pursed forward, making Inder desperately restrain his desire to crush those sweet lips with a squeeze. "Do I need to impregnate you for your father to marry us off quickly?" whispered Inder later. "What?!" "The idea has always appeared in my brain... ahhhhhh" Inder grimaced when he felt a small but painful pinch in his stomach. Yet there was another pain that Inder felt, and it lodged inside his stomach.