The Great Indian Novels & Stories

he asked as she escorted him down the steps of the Gurudwara and outside, to what she called personified chaos. "You must be joking", she laughed, her wild hair flying freely, she found a spare space and sat down, she handed him his shoes, "Do you know, before the world ended; India was the second most populated country in the world, after The Big War, it became the first. Every Indian on the planet returned here, from across the globe, briefly, before they went back to homes they'd made everywhere in the world. It took ten years for the world's infrastructure to rebuild and pretty much most of the technology came from India. This time we aren't the Golden Sparrow that was captured by the Br

Agnes asked. “Do you remember I went to India two months back for some business purpose?” Leo asked, and Agnes nodded. “Well, someone told me about a place called Varanasi where people get peace and souls attain salvation after death. It is one of the oldest continuously inhabited cities in the world and is also considered the spiritual capital of India. So, I decided to visit Varanasi from Mumbai, and I can’t describe the serenity of that place. I realised that there was something magical, some kind of unseen, pure, and powerful energy. I absolutely enjoyed my stay there, and I met.....” Before Leo could complete his conversation, someone knocked on the half-open door and their attention sh

What if grandpa already. She remembered in her family, everybody liked Virat more or less but among them, her grandpa liked him the most. Since they were close, she was getting worrisome more now. What if he told him about her and he was already on his way to the USA? She knew him, her grandpa was stubborn. He would take her back to India the moment he appears in the USA. Far more, she was married now and even to a Christian guy. Her grandpa would kill her if he was to know it The thought of it alone was making her swallow. What could she do if her grandpa really... Getting frightened she suddenly yanked herself away from Virat and her back struck someone. To apologize as she reversed, she e

Panchi kept on telling me all new thing that she learnt and did in her school in meantime I started filling a plate for her and myself with all mouthwatering aromatic Indian cosine breakfast, upma, poha, idli sambar, dal wada and many more… I am always delighted to eat at Kabir house because every single thing about his mansion are somewhere rooted with India, Kabir Dewan is American Indian who established and grew his business in USA and soon capture entire world information Technology market, however no matter how American he is I always get some ecstatic Indian vibes from him which make me feel homely, just the way I used to feel when I used to stay with my father. I kept my entire attent

- It's an honor to see you again. —Georgiana. - Alex responds with a slight tilt of his head. —It's my pleasure, shreemaan. - The man greets, clasping both hands in front of his face, as if in a prayer. His English isn’t as clear and perfect as that of his companion. —Mahatma. - Alex responds imitating the Indian's greeting. My eyes widen. Oh my God! GANDHI! I'm so surprised and impressed! A hero, I am in the presence of one of India's greatest heroes!

I prepare meeting materials, meeting rooms, drinks for meetings, photocopies, pantry stock, inter-departmental memos, plus if there are outdoor activities. Besides working at CreaGo, I also help Zetta, my best friend who is now a national class model. To be precise, I became her back dancer even though I kept my face covered, to hide my identity. Zetta is famous for her beautiful face, and because she's good at making TikTok videos related to cover dancing. There, I acted as her back dancer. There's one of the most famous videos. That's what made her super famous. Not bad... I can get some pocket money from her.

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”.

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Flesh, bone, and magic all turned to ashy husks. A large Embertaur slinked into the tent and bowed. “You summoned me, Master,” a female voice purred. “Yes. Your Colonel sends report of a made Other. She’s of Celena.” It filled her in on the report the man had delivered. “It’s her. The Great Other.” Her tail flicked as she considered. “Shall I sound the drums?” Bloody fangs flashed a smile. “Yes. We shall begin in two days. Organize the soldiers, but keep knowledge of this new Great Other to a necessary few.”

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****