Indian Novelas e Histórias

Washington, DC, United States of America A girl who has a tall stature, a beautifully sculpted nose descends from a new black car. The Ferrari 005, the black car caught the attention of several people who were still passing by on the golf course. The girl who was wrapped in an Adidas sports top looked down at her wrist, then stepped the ladder into the large building in the US.

- It's an honor to see you again. —Georgiana. - Alex responds with a slight tilt of his head. —It's my pleasure, shreemaan. - The man greets, clasping both hands in front of his face, as if in a prayer. His English isn’t as clear and perfect as that of his companion. —Mahatma. - Alex responds imitating the Indian's greeting. My eyes widen. Oh my God! GANDHI! I'm so surprised and impressed! A hero, I am in the presence of one of India's greatest heroes!

Adeline exclaimed with a chuckle, “It’s nice to meet you Emi, or do you prefer Emilia? You don’t have to call me Adeline by the way, all my friends call me Ayda. You know, you’re just as pretty as Eskal said!” I listened as Adeline chattered. She moved her hands as she spoke to emphasize her words, though I felt my face heat at her compliment. She reached across the bed to grasp my good hand as she continued, “No, it’s true! I’ve never seen anyone look like a living porcelain doll before, and your eyes are so blue!” “Enough Ayda, you’re embarrassing the poor girl.” Nisha chided, though her eyes were filled with mirth. “Why don’t we go get some food for the room and Tamsyn can stay here with

"What's your name?" "I'm Jimmy." Arun rubbed his chin. "Very strange name," he mumbled. He kept eyeing him and saw his hair. "I can't seem to recognize you, what creature are you?" Jimmy seemed confused. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Are you, uh…" Arun kept staring at him and observing his features. "I don't know what you are." Jimmy chuckled nervously. "And, uh, what are you?" he asked.

Mahir Pov It's been 8 years I last saw her. I waited a lot for seeing her again and I think it is high time to return to Delhi,India. (Note bela is in Mumbai) I ordered people to get my private plane get ready and in no time I took off. I landed in India. I was so happy to be here. Though, U.S is neat,clean etc. etc. But India is the best. I missed it a lot. I am so happy. My father didn't had this business. I build my own empire. My parents are proud of me.

I wake up to the sound of my phone calling the Adhan; I can't believe it's morning already. I get up to observe Fajr (morning) prayers and go back to sleep. I wake up a few hours later, dress up and go to the gym. I can't wait for this year to be over; I am finally going to be done with university. I am in my final year of studying software engineering at California State University, Fullerton.

Andrea said and Chris looked back at the idol. “I don’t know where did I get this from but… I just know I put this there. It may be merely a showpiece, but I feel a connection with this.” He said and Andrea turned to him. “It's not just a showpiece. It’s a statue of an Indian deity. He is very famous in India, there is a big temple in India for him.” Andrea said and suddenly something clicked to Chris, and he knitted his brows while staring at the idol with his hands on either side of his pant pockets.

"I am Indian" Anamika said proudly. "And India celebrates all festivals of every religion..." "Really?" Grace followed her. "I have heard that India is colourful country. So you were speaking Indian with Dominick." Anamika laughed. "There are 270 mother tongues in India with 22 official languages, which Indian are you talking about." Grace's eyes widened. "Wow! That's incredible... So what's your mother tongue?" "Hindi" She replied. "Do you speak other languages too?" Grace asked curiously.

As she took in her surroundings, a surge of anticipation and wonder coursed through her veins. "India," she whispered, her voice tinged with awe. "We're finally here." Haider smiled, his eyes shining with a mixture of pride and affection. "Yes, my love. India awaits us, with all its mysteries, colors, and enchantment." As they stepped out of the private jet, the air seemed to carry a sense of vibrancy and intrigue. The bustling sounds and vibrant hues of India surrounded them, immersing them in a world rich with culture and adventure. It was a place of contrasts, where ancient traditions intertwined with modern aspirations.

Panchi kept on telling me all new thing that she learnt and did in her school in meantime I started filling a plate for her and myself with all mouthwatering aromatic Indian cosine breakfast, upma, poha, idli sambar, dal wada and many more… I am always delighted to eat at Kabir house because every single thing about his mansion are somewhere rooted with India, Kabir Dewan is American Indian who established and grew his business in USA and soon capture entire world information Technology market, however no matter how American he is I always get some ecstatic Indian vibes from him which make me feel