Indian Novelas e Histórias

Placing the dishes Joey asked me the name well first one is pav bhaji (bread and mix vegetable) , chole bhature ( another Indian dish) , paneer tikka ( a type of cheese), veg roll and in dessert there comes my favourite kheer ( Famous Indian sweet dish made using rice and milk and is garnished with dry fruits )

"Yes but you should at least know better than to-" "No you should know better, and as I said before if you don't like it shop somewhere else," "You don't have the right to tell me I can't shop-" "Actually I do, since I own the establishment," I replied getting irritated "Starr I need the cart," Cassi called out. "If you'll excuse me," I said walking with my cart, trying to calm the anger and irritated that- "Who was that?" "She wanted to know which isle the cereal was on," I lied knowing how sensitive she was to shit like this.

BINTA I lived on a remote island on the coast of Lafiya called Rayuwa. Lafiya is a country made up of four states. Fili State, Ruwa State, Gona State and Daji state. Rayuwa is part of Daji State, and the capital of Daji is Duniya. The proximity of Rayuwa to Duniya is near. Lafiya is a developed country, but although Rayuwa is a part of Lafiya, it lacks civilisation, and because of this, it serves as a tourist attraction for Lafiya, generating millions in revenue. In Rayuwa, there were no schools, no electricity, or water supply. People usually fetched water from the streams or dug wells in their compounds. The lack of civilisation made it impossible for us to access proper medical care, and

Ron said and Alan chuckled. “ Why ? Ain't you scared that you'll be dragged into the river and never to be found again ” “ No ” Ron answered. Alan rose his left brow, such braveness “ Why do you think so ” he asked. “ Because my heart is pure, rumours had it that it is people with tainted soul and bad heart who get dragged and sucked by the river ” Ron answered. The young giant was right as he couldn't get close to the river for what had committed in the past. The young giant had a pure and mind heart that why he didn't get dragged by the river as he stood a little close.

Once there Lanna checked us in and we all headed up to the penthouse, we thought we would be getting separate rooms but Lanna informed us that dad insisted we stick together so that meant sharing a living space together which was a bit of a drag having to share with a batty old hag but with a bit of luck she would piss off sight seeing so me and Acre could get on with finding our mates. Once we were settled into our rooms, me and Acre were ready to start our search "ok" Acre said to me "So what first?" "Dinner, then a nice early night" Lannas voice came from behind me making me whip around "What?" "Mmmmm yes I think ill have fish and chips, its the national dish here you know" "What we want

"Hi. I'm Sabrina." "Hi, I'm Sameer." He stretched his hand for Sabrina to shake. Sabrina shook him. "You are Indian." He was brown skinned and his accent was that of an Indian person. "Yes. I moved here a year ago." The guy smiled at her. She beamed. "Cool! I'm Indian also, I'm mixed. Mum is Indian." She was happy she saw someone from her mother's side. She never went to her mother's country. And she never knew the cultures since her mum died during childbirth. She only saw pictures of her mother and she looked a lot like her.

“Really thanks. It’s kind of important to me.” “Okay. What flower is that?” “You don’t know…? This is a common flower. It’s Maharashtra’s state flower.” “I have seen it. I just don’t know the name.” “Pride of India. That’s what it is called.” “Seriously?” “Yeah. Seriously. Pride of India. In Marathi it’s Tamhan. It’s a very common flower in the Konkan region” Sanvika nodded. They walked out of the premises of the house together. Greeted each other polite goodbyes. And parted ways.

That was what Roman said. “I told you about him like an hour ago, why are you bringing this up now?” “Because there's no information about this man whatsoever. No family, friends, or even an article written about someone you claim to be resourceful and influential " “I am resourceful and influential, but there's no article written about me” I point out. He bends and clicks on his computer and then “There's a profile of you here, that is you're An influencer and that you're 5'6, and you're worth 1 million”

India sees him coming. "Oh, Jaden, this is my friend Denver. Denver, this is Jaden.” “What's up?” Jaden said as he nodded his head at Denver. Denver stepped closer to India and nodded back, saying. “Hi.” With a lot of baritone in his voice. India wanted to laugh; she knew he had a deep voice, but not that deep. Denver and Jaden were sizing each other up. Denver definitely didn't like the way the guy looked at him. As if to say, 'she's with you?' Then the guy looks back at India, smiling.

This year, there are many files waiting to be translated into various languages. Before marrying Angka, Indira often stayed in her office and always came home late. But nowadays, Indira always tries to get home quickly because she loves the hot meals made by Angka's family chef, which are healthy and very delicious.