Novel & Cerita Indian Historical Fiction

Nodding her head Sanaya replied, "Yes." "That's great. He might be angry at first because you are his wife, there are chefs for cooking but once he will eat those delicious delicacies cooked by you he will be quiet. I am sure you can cook delicious foods." Mrs. Elisa knew Nick. How he was strict and especially he said that Sanaya must not do any work here, there were servants for that." Sanaya was a great cook. Though she did not know if Nick has ever tried Indian foods she was going to let him taste Indian foods specially Bengali foods cooked by her.

Now, after another tiring land journey, they were standing few metres away from their destination, Palace Of Chittaurgarh. Many curious eyes were bloated with awe and faces held stupendous expressions. People of different land were in different land under the leadership of King Atticus. King Atticus along with his elder son Augustus, was in India to do some trade as India's silk, jewels and spices were highly appreciated back in Florence . Though the trade was very limited due to long distance but King Atticus shared a very cordial bond with Maharaj Vikram Singh Rajput. They knew each other since Arab introduced them.

I looked at Zuriel, and quickly wrapped my arms around him, placing my head over his chest. He smiled and caressed my hair. I glanced at the set of books. They're a collection of Indian ancient and historical love stories from history and mythology. Not only that, there was a set of coffee mugs of different colors. "How do you know that I love Indian history, especially love stories in them?" I asked him, pulling away. That's a secret, "he winked at me."

Vidhi hugged her back with similar delight and said, "Whoever wrote this book I adore them." "Yes but we'll have to carbon date this first!" "No. Let's finish reading the book, most probably we'll get an insight into what Mewar was many years ago." Insisted Vidhi, her eyes twinkling with excitement. Though there was no proof that the book they had found was authentic, Vidhi simply felt that it was true and Mrinal firmly believe in Vidhi's intuitions. Together they peered over the book and began the journey which took them back 500 years ago to Mewar....

She said as Christian dropped her gently on the floor and she rushed outside. “So?” Christian lifted an eyebrow as Mishka wrapped her arms around his shoulder. “So?” She smiled. “You intentionally kept that book at the podium to remind guests of the adversities Indians faced during British rule in India,” He stared into her eyes. “Nooo!” Mishka said. “Why would I do that?” She asked, and Christian tickled her. “You can’t fool me! The book is about all the atrocities Indians faced and how they were enslaved in the hands of Britishers.” He said and Mishka pouted. “You are no less than Kiara.”

I had just become queen, the least that I could do was attend to my current responsibilities which was making small talk with the distinguished guests today. I wasn't a very good conversationalist but I've been researching on how to behave like a certified diplomat. On Amara's instructions, I've been reading more and more books in the library about politics and the history of Moratia, but I was wary about the informations that I've been acquiring from them. The things in the history books about India and the things I had known about her from her diary were drastically different. That led me into thinking that maybe most of the things in the history books weren't as accurate as the writers an