Indian Romane & Geschichten

"This is uji... it's local porridge. I bet you take porridge in the US too..." "Sure," I smiled. "You can take it either with lemon juice or sugar. I prefer sugar, I have a sweet tooth." He laughed. "I'd like to have a taste of both..." He nodded. "Good." "Lastly, this is called chai. Ever heard of it? It's a popular beverage in the Indian subcontinent. It's total coffee." "Amazing. Latte and Americano are all I know..." I joked. He laughed again. I thought he was a nice man.

I growled. “He is from Shakti clan, by the way,” Jared teased me. “You always wanted to go there, you so much looooooooooovvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeee India, now you can live there,” he added and gave a stupid stress to the word ‘love’. “He looks Indian,” I hissed. “Yeah, but his name is Nash, what weird ass name is that for an Indian heir,” Jared mocked. “Avinash,” I spoke his name out loud and felt my heart constrict.

"I'll talk to him." "You can't." Jevan scoffed. "They're the most powerful family in India. The Indian mafia, so to speak. I'm very sorry to say that you're no match for them." He arched a brow. "Besides, word was that you ran away from India because of them. India's the only country in the world where you've not set up an office." Sarita's gaze slid from her father's to Rohan's trying to gauge his reaction. Surprisingly, Rohan Suryavanshi didn't seem fazed at all by this and she admired him for it.

She clutched the tissue paper in her palm tightly and clenched her jaw. She stood in front of the serving boy and that boy gave a forceful smile to her. "Brother! Give me Biryani", She said and the serving boy nodded his head. [A/N:- Biryani is a dish 'Indian Subcontinent' of rice and lots of spices] That serving boy put Chicken biryani in her plate and Darika started searching for her most favourite piece but found the piece she hated the most. She huffed in annoyance and narrowed her eyes at the boy.

Austin instantly got busy with phone calls. They returned to the hotel soon and Ian decided to take a long shower. He decided to enjoy the authentic Indian food that his girlfriend always praised and true to her words, the food was amazing. After lunch he settled with some business magazines on the table since their flight still had a lot of time. After going through the Indian market trends, he realised that India looked like a good market for investment. Maybe someday they could consider setting up a branch here.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Gentle waves lapped against the wooden stilts while a soft sea breeze drifted through the open-air bedroom. Amara Singh, a 26-year-old Indian-British tech heiress with smooth golden-brown skin, long silky black hair, and a lithe yet voluptuous figure, stood on the private deck in a sheer white bikini. The warm breeze pressed the fabric against her hardened nipples and the growing heat between her thighs. She had come for a private escape. She found something far more consuming. The villa door slid open. Rohan “Rage” Patel, the world-famous Black Indian cricket superstar and business mogul, stepped inside. Towering at 6’10” with

Their family is crazy and if he trusts anyone from the family then it's Damon and Mikhail. "We have established our connection with almost all mafias except a few... Italians are one of them and it's not going to happen so we need to strengthen our connections with others... Mikhail has already done some of his work and you too, Damon... But there is one country where we don't have connections and Italians have..." "Which country?" Damon asked. "India!" Mikhail answered his question and Rafael nodded. "Italians have influence in northern parts and Americans have connections in southern parts of India and it's a huge territory. They have important cities and we need to do something soon to we

She and Halvir did not understand the word, ''What is that? ''Um...'' Anindira tried to think of an answer, ''How to say... Three hundred thousand... Around, eight hundred and thirty-three times of three hundred thousand...'' Anindira said with an innocent face, ''Not only that. The world I come from is one of more than two hundred regions... Sorry, not a region. But a country. There are more than 200 countries in my world. And our population is not the largest. My country is in fourth place with the largest population. As for the area, my country is in fifteenth place. Then for the tribes, there are thousands of tribes. Very many...'' Anindira said again, adding her explanation.

That night, I bled out and died. Haunted by the agony of my previous life, I pushed down the fury and put on a grin. "Janet, go ahead and cook your signature dish! That'll up your chances to be the rich dude's wife." Our mother, Fiona Walker, seemed unsure. "I've heard that Indoria folks don't do beef. Christina, you're the brainy one in the family, what's your take?" Before I could answer, Janet shot me a death glare. "Indoria's a beef-exporting powerhouse! There's no way they don't eat it. I saw a bunch of cows at the rich guy's place. They're definitely for chowing down! Don't bother Christina with that stuff. Remember, she's my rival now."