Indian Writing In English Book Novels & Stories

But I promise to update every week. 2. I'm a Mauritian girl, an island where English is not our mother language, so bear with me. This book has not been professionally edited. There will be some typos, grammatical mistakes and sentence structure errors. I excuse myself in advance though I will do my best to write it fine and dandy.

She said as Christian dropped her gently on the floor and she rushed outside. “So?” Christian lifted an eyebrow as Mishka wrapped her arms around his shoulder. “So?” She smiled. “You intentionally kept that book at the podium to remind guests of the adversities Indians faced during British rule in India,” He stared into her eyes. “Nooo!” Mishka said. “Why would I do that?” She asked, and Christian tickled her. “You can’t fool me! The book is about all the atrocities Indians faced and how they were enslaved in the hands of Britishers.” He said and Mishka pouted. “You are no less than Kiara.”

What could be written in it, they could not guess. "Read it,'' the old man ordered Kunal. Kunal looked at his mother and then he started reading it louder so everybody standing there could hear it. 🦋🦋 Maa(mother), Baba(father) I'm so sorry. I can't marry Virat, I want to do a job and I want to live an independent life. Even if it is just for a short while but I want to live independently till I don't come back here. I am going to the USA, I will be back soon. Once I come back I will do what you guys will tell me to do, I will marry whoever you guys will tell me to marry but now, I don't want to marry anybody. Sorry again… But I am leaving...

I went inside and sat on the couch. “Do you need any help?” Fidgeting with my fingers I questioned, “Can I ask something?” “What is it?” “Have you heard of The Red Journal?” The moment he heard about it his expression changed as if I had asked him the most forbidden question. ****** Translations of the words used in the chapter:- Bhai- Brother Bhaiya- Elder Brother Beta - Son in English and in India we use it as an endearment for girls as well by the elders. Maasi - Mom's sister

*This is my second book here, I hope you will love this too. "STILL WITH YOU". * English isn't my first language so please ignore any kind of grammatical mistakes and let me know when you spotted. * It's a short and sweet story. Story was setting in South Indian background. Telugu language might appear sometimes but i have written translation so no worries. *Contain mature content and swearing . *I am not a racist for sure and my book doesn't support anything of it . *All characters are just fictional and my imagination. *Last but not least Don't copy my stories or lines IT'S A BIG CRIME .

Hindi siya makatingin ng diretso sa mga mata ng mga ito, but everyone greeted her boss who was behind her. “S-Sir. `Yung book ko pala.” Bigla siyang huminto at lumingon dito nang nasa harap na sila ng kanilang mga opisina. “Everyone Has A Story, written by the Indian Author: Savi Sharma. This was the author’s debut novel and was first published in August 2015. Sharma self-published her book, which quickly became popular and bestselling. Later it was published by Westland publishers. By February 2017 more than 100,000 copies of the book were sold,” sabi nito sabay abot ng aklat na iyon sa kaniya.

Dear readers, For better understanding and and for international readers, the names from Indian origin was difficult to understand and grasp. So I have decided to change the names. I hope you understand this and forgive the unprofessional behaviors. And If I have missed any. I will inform you in further chapters. I know this is totally wrong for me to do this ismce this highly effects your reading. But I hope you understand this mere writer. And helpe get through this thank you. Heer Batra - Hayl Cain

Saturday, 1st March 2014 6: 00PM. Dear Jennifer, Today was the day I felt like I was just entering a new world of things. When I opened Tiger’s notebook in the morning after having breakfast, I came across an order of writing I have never seen in my life. The title and subtitles of each page were written in meaningful English words, but the content consisted of a crazy jostle of the English alphabet and figures and another foreign alphabet I could not quite apprehend.

Chapter 41 India's POV The cursor blinks at me like it’s mocking me. A cruel, tiny pulse on a sea of white, steady, unrelenting, and taunting. I’ve been staring at this empty document for forty-three minutes, and all I’ve written is my name. India Seethal. Not even centered. Not bold. Just sitting there at the top corner like a bruise that refuses to fade. The irony isn’t lost on me. I’m supposed to be a writer, someone who breathes meaning into blank spaces and yet, today, I can’t even assemble a sentence that doesn’t feel fake.

I wandered around too, hoping to find something interesting. As we explored the nearly empty bookstore, I noticed Neel picking up a foreign-language book. Curious, I stepped closer. “What language is that?” Neel glanced at the cover, his fingers tracing the title. “Ah, this one’s in Hindi,” he said with a small smile. “I’ve recently started reading Hindi literature.” I raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Hindi? Like the Indian language?” He nodded. “How do you know Hindi?” He chuckled at my reaction, clearly amused by my surprise. “My mom was Indian. She taught me and Dev some basic Hindi when we were younger.”