Indian Serial Novels & Stories

She drag me with her, she take me into a cabin, and say it's your cabin, and wish me best of luck miss isha and go from there. Here I enter into my cabin. Ishu's pov end. Nishant pov Here I reached india, I take a cab my mind say come on nishi you are famous business tycoon and you took cab huh.... But I ignore that thoughts take a cab and directly went to office as I am workholick person, so I reached , now I happily inside in my cabin here my PA come and speak sir today you have meeting with mr.ankit gupta

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He comes out of his trance when Anisha calls his name, he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment and said :" Yes, what are you saying?" Anisha said, tucking the hair behind her ear :' I am saying, I have done changing, now you can change". Viren nodded and looked at the clothes given by the village man, it was dhoti kurta ( Indian traditional dress), he said looking at the clothes :" I am not comfortable with these clothes, if you don't mind can I sleep without my shirt , hope you are not uncomfortable ". Anisha looked at him and said :" You can do whatever you want, I don't care", saying this she walked in one corner and lie down on the grass and sleep.

him in their car outside, samrat huffed and jumped in beside his mother “Lets got” he said in his angry tone “What happened , Where is annu?” Meenakshi questioned him “She is not coming” he said in plainly, looking at her son face meenakshi motioned her driver to start their car, samrat kept staring outside his window and promised himself that he will never speak to Anaya again, when they reached temple meenakshi remembered that she forgot to carry Saree (Indian wear) which she had purchased as Chadawa to goddess Durga, meenakship asked her driver to keep look on her both son’s and she herself took a local cab and headed back to her house to get saree (Indian Wear) she had purchased, time p

𝗞𝗔𝗟𝗜 -- 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗟 𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥! Kiran Upadhyay The vicious killer has a name now. The night of 23rd July, that was yesterday, the three CBI investigators managed to track down the serial killer who's been active in Mumbai city for a month now. The CBI officers had almost found him- her but the serial killer killed the two of them, the third investigator managed to survive and now is in really critical shape. The police haven't given a word about his condition but they have revealed the information about the dangerous killer, she called herself Kali. It looks by the name that the serial killer is a woman but except that there isn't any information about the Kali. There is still

"Alright. I'm all ears." Angelina giggled happily. The unknown guy was playing along! That's good! Looking around the vast office, she kept trying to think of a random dish to mention when her eyes fell on the T.V set she had completely forgotten that she had switched on earlier. An Indian drama series was showing on air and quite coincidentally, they were talking about a new bride preparing dinner for her parents- inlaw and she heard words like 'kheer', 'chicken biryani', 'dal' and so much more.

me : playing hide and seek wanna join? dhiren : no..no, I mean, didn't you watch the news today? me : no I didn't, I was sleeping and I woke up with your call, did anything happened? dhiren : eva was dead me : WHAT? dhiren : yeah she committed suicide near the outskirts of city, but I don't know why, my heart is saying continuously that it's a murder though it's looking like a suicide, the strange thing is even in postmortem the results came as suicide

He said so intensely that my body shivered with each word. Get it...what will I get it from him? '....pet wolf dogs.'IS said. This killing Anaconda! I clenched my jaws but did not speak anything. He raised his eyebrows and ticked his jaws. "SPEAK..." he said loudly and I flinched back. What is his problem? "I...i..my name is Mani Verma and I am from India. In the name of my family, I have my parents and elder sister who is married and lives in India." I said licking my lips and playing with my fingers.

“Don’t gossip about family near a hot stove. Karma can crawl in through the steam.” “There it is, you’re just like your mom.” She tasted a sausage, nudged my shoulder, and added, “By the way, tonight we’re watching Saiyaaraa, okay? That new Indian movie that makes your heart feel like it got run over by a becak.” “Saiyaaraa?” I turned, eyebrows climbing. “Sounds like a lotion brand, Miz.” “Trust me. It’ll make you cry like you got ditched at the altar. There’s a strong heroine, the guy’s a jerk, there’s Alzheimer’s, a sandstorm, and of course a heavy-rain chase scene at a train station.”

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”.