Indian 소설 & 이야기

She was known as the best decorator in the Aiglean land. Oleifa’s daughter Zulika was just married to Daraton, a being from another tribe called Nazia, in the west. As it was, the Aryan world was originally divided into three tribes: the Aigleana in the east, Indi in the north and south, and Nazia in the west. However, Indi was divided into two because of the King. The north was now composed of the rebels they called themselves as Furezos, members of the Furez tribe. They were fierce warriors, just like the Elite Aryan warriors.

"Namaste, mom", Damien's voice boomed into the phone. "What the hell does that mean, Damien?"I frowned in irritation. "It means hello, mom", he chuckled. "Is that Chinese?" "No, it's Indian." "Really? Your father has started teaching you his language already?" "No, Dad doesn't have time for that. I'm now in India, mom. Dad said I should learn on my own or he's going to sell me out", he laughs.

She said. A few moments later, Kurt walked in, dripping wet. “well, I found water.” **************************** Thousands of miles north of the a****n, in the eastern part of the United States, a conference was in motion in the Pentagon, as high ranked military officials sat opposite each other across a long mahogany table looking at a large screen t.v that had a well outlined map of the a****n forest. There was about twelve important personalities in the room including the secretary of state of the United States and the elder brother of the president of the United States, Major General William Robinson who stood in front of every one in the room.

I chuckled on her pout. "Namshte, How may I help you" An Indian girl greeted us joining her both hand once we enter indian Shop. "Namshte, Do you have indian saree" I asked greeted her with same posture. "Yes banarasi, kajivarm, Kolahpuri We have all varieties ma'am" She said with smile. I like the theme of shop they have perfectly used indian culture to bring more customers, The sales girl has worn saree and her forehead has small beautiful bindi.

I was standing alone when a guy approached me. “Hey, beauty, what’s up?” he asked. “I’m cool!” I responded. “You don’t look like an American,” he said and I was like, was India written on my face? “Where are you from?” he asked. “I’m an Indian.” “Wow! I didn’t know India has such an angel. Can I get your contact? I will like to meet you again.” “I can’t, I’m married,” I responded. Was I saying too much? I was just trying to shun him.

"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.