Britishraj Stories

"Where do your loyalties truly lie, Chitrasakhi?" The girl had no answer to that. The year was 1902 in Bengal. Tensions between the colonisers and the colonised were high with the threat of partition looming around the corner. Amidst all, Chitrasakhi Devi, a zamindar's daughter, yearned for her country's freedom after an incident shook the very core of her being. Arthur Harrington, a commissioner's son, lived a life bound by duty and obligation. What happens when he falls for the forbidden? What happens when the two contrasting worlds unite in a marriage? How does Chitrasakhi earn the trust of her countrymen after such a scandalous marriage? How does she navigate a system built to destroy her? What happens when she forms traitorous feelings of affection for Arthur? Where does her loyalty lie?

Mid 19th century India was a time of blood shed and incursions attempted by the British Raj in order to gain absolute hegemony over the lands of India. This short history book will provide a brief overview of one of the many incidents in the land of the 5 rivers that will go down In Indian History for the rest of eternity.

India was caught crying midnight by the English Family... India has some explanation to do. How will he explain how hard he misses his mother every time and does SELF-HARM? Find out the other's reaction in this story! (Help me reach my goal of an impressive ranking <:(

Set during the British Raj, a servant steals a mere flute . Little did he know that the flute is crafted from gold! A series of adventures follow him from there.

The irony of the alleged lack of free speech in Modi India lies in the absolute freedom of its uninhibited propagation in its subsidiary media. In so far as the right-wing blowback in the social media, the left-libs fall short on the idiom that 'people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones'. When it comes to the 'agencies' knocking at free speakers' doors, the legal dictum paraphrased as 'one must go to town with clean hands' has to be borne in mind by one and all. Be that as it may, it's not as if it was all hunky-dory in the Nehruvian order of yore that nurtured the Modi-aggrieved of the day, and this is not an essay of its dark shades but an attempt to reach the roots of the self-defeating Hindu mindset, passing through my life and times.

a story of rebels and struggle, loosely set in India around the time of British Raj. two unnamed boys and the story of them. read on, for names only bind you to presumptions and we would not like any. * . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . * [this is an original work. i do not allow any distribution or copying.] @nymphtune 2022. all rights reserved.

1857. The rebellion erupts in India. Despite its attempts to stay aloof, NAVGARH, a small town near Delhi, is drawn into the conflagration. And at its heart are Princess Meera and Captain Richard Smith, with their strange alliance made for the throne of Navgarh. 2016, Shiv Sahai, a young Indian art historian and Ruth Aiken, a British scholar discover an excerpt from the journal of an anonymous British soldier, searching for his wife in the chaos of 1857 Delhi. As they begin investigating the scandal, they become aware of the vague rumours that are told in the bylanes of Navgarh - about a princess who married a British soldier to save her kingdom.

The Anglo-Afghan Wars, part of the great game formed the pieces of the puzzle which connected to build a picture of not one but three modern states

Amidst the turmoil of independence, two people fall in love. It was supposed to be peaceful. It was peaceful, up until now. Amongst the screams of the crowd, he looked around. The world stood still for a moment, the policemen chasing people with sticks, the men trying to put up a fight, a child caught unnecessarily in the crossfire. The sky was red, the smoke was heavy. At a distance, he saw the Englishman, a hard smile etched on his face. A stray newspaper fluttered and danced in the air before landing in front of him. With shaky fingers, he picked it up. On it, written in Hindi - August 8th, 1942. Do or Die: Karo ya Maro. And Raghav had no intention of dying. ~ Rumi was not one to put herself in the crossfire. She would much rather watch from the sidelines, wringing her hands, calling for help but her voice eventually failing her. She despised herself for it. Every step she took seemed to set her back a metre. She was too scared to look anyone in the eye, much less hold a solid conversation. She could only wait for the time when she retired from life, sitting in a dimly lit room, dancing away into the night, pouring her mind out with art.

Inspired by true events, love blossoms in the most murderous of places. This tale explored what life was like for a family of Indians during colonial India amidst resistance.

1st book in the series "Ray Barir Bouma" "She is over twelve years of age Young Master! Her body reeks of sin and only by marrying Brahmin will she be forgiven!" The Pandit(priest) spat. "Fine then! A Brahmin is needed right?" Madhav steps in front of the Pandit shielding Mohini. "A Brahmin born is needed for her marriage according to you right?" Madhav said reaching behind holding Mohini's hand as he declared, " I will marry her!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She was accused of being impure as she was kidnapped by a group dacoits and this was isolated from the society along with her family. Ready to do anything to be free from the cruel clutches of society put on woman. He was the Mej Korta of Murshidabad Zamindari but had to suddenly take the responsibility of being the future heir after the death of his elder brother. Both are a world apart but how do they meet? Will Mohini be able to manage and acquaint herself with the lifestyle of a zamindar family? And above all will she find the freedom she wants?

A rebel tribal leader is out to recruit a revolutionary. But he needs to be careful not to raise any doubts else shall be eliminated like many of his comrades. Will he manage? And shall the new recruit prove his mettle? **** Close to 1870's, the northeast of India was witnessing a massive change. The British planters were clearing hills and spreading Tea estates. That affected the tribals and indigenous people of the region and divided them into two. This moody story brings out one nerve wrecking evening of the politics, rivalry, conspiracy and disenchantment in a tribe when face to face with urbanity! **** Please Note: It's a moody, slow-burner. Enjoy it with DARK FOREST Ambience and Music- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUer-Tto1ZA Image Credits: 1) Photo by Tom Verdoot from Pexels 2) Wooden Path - Photo by Rachel Claire from Pexels 3) Photo by Francesco Ungaro from Pexels 4) Photo by Berend de Kort from Pexels 5) Photo by HONG SON from Pexels 6) Photo by Kelly L from Pexels 7) Photo by Nandhu Kumar from Pexels 8) Photo by Pok Rie from Pexels 9) Photo by cottonbro from Pexels 10) Photo by travis blessing from Pexels Do leave your votes, feedbacks and share if your like the story!

A Christmas story set during the British Raj in the late Edwardian era. It was written in 2012 for a local competition and won first place!

The story tells that how Subhash Chandra Bose had made his life and also tells about the hard work he did for his motherland India

eighteen-year-old Avvya is pulled from her ordinary life into the past, landing in the middle of her country's freedom struggle. Surrounded by revolutionaries she once only read about, she must learn to survive, earn their trust, and find her place in a fight far bigger than herself - all while risking the future she left behind.

In 1935, a brilliant Maharaja sat across a negotiation table from the British Raj. He fought for his forests. He protected his timber. He outmaneuvered the empire at their own bureaucratic game. He thought he had won. He never saw the real war. While he guarded the jungle, the British walked into his palace nursery. They brought no rifles. They brought a gramophone, a tutor, and a mass-produced wooden tiger made in Birmingham. The weapon was not the toy. The weapon was the child holding it. How a Toy Tiger Won the War the British Raj Couldn't Fight is a dark, analytical retelling of The Tiger King. Blending historical forestry records, psychological conditioning theory, and the cold logic of asymmetric warfare, this story exposes the Unseen Vector-the quiet, intimate front where empires are truly won and lost. This is not fiction about tigers. This is a case study in attention arbitrage, proxy conditioning, and the fatal cost of fighting the last war. Read if you value ROI on your time. Skip if you want fluff.

This is just based on history and other events written by me but it will be having specific history mostly based on what happened but of course this is CountryHumans so some events will be just written by me!