Indian Novels & Stories

I am Reema, a 20-year-old Indian girl with a body that drives men wild. My thick, creamy thighs and ample bosom strain against the confines of my tight saree, revealing every tantalizing curve. I live with my father-in-law, a paralyzed man with a perverted streak and a 10-inch cock that throbs with desire whenever he sees me.

Make the right decision. All I can hear is a low, angry growl and I realise it is coming from me and Atari.

"In India, we have a rich culture of dance and music. If you were Indian, we might call you 'Anjali,' which means 'divine offering.' It suits you." I felt a flicker of genuine amusement. "Anjali... I like that. It sounds beautiful." Rajesh leaned closer, his eyes sparkling. "You would love India. The colors, the festivals, the food. It's a place full of life and joy." I smiled, playing along. "It sounds wonderful. Maybe one day, I'll get to experience it." He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it gently. "I hope that day comes soon." I forced myself to maintain my composure, smiling sweetly. "You're very kind, Rajesh."

I mimic the greetings technique, I personally don't think I live under the rock. "Hello, Mr. Javed. Thank you so much for having us at such short notice. My girlfriend wished to have travelled here during our free time." Says Aaron. The man chuckles in delight, letting us know it was perfectly fine to have crashed in the country during a weekend. Over dinner, we have a wholesome conversation together. Although, I was convinced that the men were talking everything and anything about business. "Say Aaron," The Indian man closes his mouth to gulp, "I would love it if you said you like cricket. India Vs Pakistan is a worldwide tournament that goes around."

Riley woke up and got ready. She threw on a pair of dark blue denim jeans with a white tank top and a black blazer with a pair of black heels. She wanted to look more business casual. She threw her hair up in a sleek ponytail and applied minimal makeup. She looked in the mirror. This was it. This was her first assignment. She felt she looked the part. Hopefully, she wouldn't fall too behind in her end of year assignments. However, she was sure she could work online from the other pack. Riley then grabbed her bags and headed to the pack house.

Rob said, and I blushed a lot. " Shut up !! Even if you like everything Indian... Indian bride, Indian wedding, clothes, food, best friend, everything is Indian. What is the matter with you? " " I love India because I love two Indians. My best friend is Indian, my would-be wife is Indian. Moreover, I am settled here in India, my main office is in India. I get the raw materials for my products from India. I have liked the food since Aman introduced me to it. I just regret

That morning all seemed busy preparing. There were 25 workers selling Aunt Raju's Idli, Vada and Dosa. She is a successful Idli maker. Her Idli is loved by many people because it taste delicious. In Dharavi alone there are more than a thousand people selling Idli. This food is like a mandatory food for breakfast. There is no Indian who has never eaten Idli, it is so popular from north to south, east and west even though each region has a slight difference in taste. But the Tamils ​​are more famous for being good at making it.

The woman who I've met at the dining hall yesterday spoke. She's the head of the Indian's representative. And she called him Haseem? That name suits that Indian with green eyes. I've just noticed, each of the five Indian Malemyns has different eye color. This Haseem has green. The others has blue, grey, brown, and black.

He huffed looking annoyed. "Yeah, yeah." She chuckled and looked at the piece of paper in her hand. After reading it's contents, she realised that it wasn't just a fair, it was like a miniature India with all it's important states, shaped in a way exactly like the Indian map. Every state had the display of it's own special core features like it's people's culture, famous monuments, traditional food and dresses since India is a multilingual and multi ethnic society. " This is going to be fun." Anya said excitedly.

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”.