Jagirdar Based Novel Novels & Stories

Ameera stood in her opulent room at the palace in Jaipur, dressed in a breathtaking baby pink lehenga adorned with exquisite jewelry worth millions. The sparkling gems reflected her newfound status as Haider's girlfriend, a position that came with the privileges of being associated with a powerful figure in the world.

I countered “Because, I’m here, aren’t I?” I scoffed and rolled my eyes, “well, the novels got one part right, your senses and abilities will be heightened” A twig snapped somewhere behind me, I whirled, instantly on my feet and scanning the trees, a lone figure stepped out from among the trees and stalked towards me, it was a lady from what I could make out from the moonlight, a red head, I’ve not exactly a fan of red heads, she had a slim build, made very obvious from the tight body suit she wore. Every inch of her was covered aside her face and it was as white snow, I couldn’t make out the color of her eyes from where I stood and in this light.

Little did the petty fellow knew that he would change Samar's life inside-out with his that one dictate. Anyway, right now it was another one of her tactics to deflect him, to not let the argument charter into the uncomfortable territory by making outrageous claims, he knew from experience. But before he could call her out on that, Jayant returned with JK in the tow. Jayant sensed the unresolved tension still hanging in the air surrounding Samar bhai, who looked like a Celtic warrior, only with short hair; and a petite Maahiji, who resembled a porcelain round china-doll. But he had already exercised his disappearing option once, so he braved on and made the introductions. "This is my younger

Jaipur, India Randhir was informed earlier about Myra's arrival. The moment her jet landed in the private landing zone of Jaipur airport she felt a huge stone on her chest. Jaipur, India. It's been almost 2 years since she left this place abruptly. The moment she stepped out of the airport the memory of her last visit flashed upon. She remembered exactly how she was welcomed. How her name was written as Meera instead of Myra. She took a deep breath to inhale the same scent of the soil of Rajasthan. The sand, the desert vibes and the Rajput cultures everything seemed so similar to her. It felt like she had never left Jaipur. She had just stepped out to stay away. There were 4 black SUVs stand

Ajabde smiled replying, "If you have to express your gratitude...then you must say it to Kunwar Pratap. Chucking famous traders and involving only the people of Mewar and tribes across Rajputana was his idea." The older woman, who was the troop leader smiled and said, "We are blessed to have Baujiraj." Ajabde nodded, smiled and walked towards the book store. Kunwar Pratap shadowed her from a safe distance and watched her as she began reading a book. "Ajabde!" Exclaimed Saubhgyavati grabbing the book from her hand. "Read this." She ordered handing another book in her hands. Her brows pinched into a frown as she saw the title and chuckled, "Chatushashti Kalas!"

When I told Nisim about this book, he said: “This one, buddhu, is not called a long story. It’s called novel.” At twelve, I was yet to learn about the nuances of short stories and novels. The Thief also didn’t have a villain! Both the people, the thief and the writer, turned out to be good people! I wondered how could there be a story without a villain! Every story must have a villain, just as we now had one in our present one – Jogu Mama! That is the difference that you achieve when you grow up from being a twelve-year old kid to a fifteen-year old almost-man – you get the vision of the thing of things. At Ganeshghat when Nisim described Jogu Mama as the biggest patron of the school our par

Vardhan was an orphaned kid and had a terrible past which had turned him into the beast himself, he wasn't the person whom anyone would want around so he was kicked out of the small town at the outskirts of the Punjab. Jay completed his graduation from the college and while setting up his work in the city of Amritsar he came across his childhood friend Vardhan. After a few days of hanging out together, Vardhan confessed of him being the cleaner who murdered people for money on the word of some higher ups. This scared Jay to the whole new level but as the time passed Jay got involved in it, met with the officials holding Vardhan under them and slowly he became his helper who would be a mediat