Indiantales Stories

In a world where sacrifice shapes destiny and love stitches broken lives back together, the Sharma family stands as a testament to strength born from loss. Two decades ago, Shaheed Major Vikrant Sharma laid down his life for the nation. His absence became the silent heartbeat of the home he left behind- raising children who grew up remembering him not through memories, but through stories of courage and kindness. From this legacy rises Piya Sharma, 22, a civil services aspirant who has helped her mother run an NGO since her teenage years. She carries her father's dream in her heart and her family's hope on her shoulders. Around her stand her siblings and cousins- each battling their own wars, each shaped by the weight of expectations, love, rebellion, and duty. As the old wounds of martyrdom blend with the new challenges of adulthood, careers, and relationships, the Sharma family discovers that service isn't always on the battlefield-sometimes, it is in the home, in the heart, in the choices that change lives. Jeevan Daan is a tale of service and sacrifice, of unspoken love and loud conflicts, of healing, growing, rebuilding- and of finding one's place in a family that has already given so much. In the end, it is a story of hearts- mended, broken, surrendered, and brave.

this is a story of a young man named Shankar who strives his college life through a drive of obstacles. it is an Indian tale filled with all common obstacles of every teen. I don't just force you to read it I just want people to read their own usual tales in their tales in a interesting way. < ---------HOPEFULLY I'LL TRY TO MAKE YOUR LIFE TRANSPARENT------->

पहाड़ों के पीछे वाली घर 🌷💗 𝙑𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙠𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙧 stopped believing in love after her breakup with her college boyfriend. She was the one girl in her friend group that sidelined herself on the topic of love or anything related to it. She stopped believing in the sugar coated romance drama shown in movies. Determined that there is nothing like love at first sight, she moves on in life. It has been a while since her breakup. Zeenat Afreen -Her only friend that she stayed in touch with after leaving college ,was getting married. Zeenat belongs originally from her hometown khadhi in Kashmir. So the wedding would take place in her grandfather's house in kashmir. Looking forward to an escape from her recent breakup and hustle of the city. Little does she know that she would meet with such a fate that would rebound her trust in men and love. Zeenat's cousin 𝙁𝙖𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝘼𝙝𝙢𝙚𝙙 is a reflection of his mother. Quite, calm and preferably a gentleman. His love life is non existent because he is a poet at heart and has desired for the fate to play his role in his life. He thinks if God has written a love story in his kismet then surely it will happen. In this two week wedding they start developing feelings for each other. Would they be able to recognise their affection towards each other. Would they be able to pass the test of time and endurance ? When two people decide to live with eachother , the two families join. But what if these two families deny each other's religion and put their honour before the wishes of their children.

A few prose based on a real life incident.

Herein I am going to discuss about the book whichever I read before or maybe currently reading. I have come across this thought maybe nowadays I am not able to suppress my feelings I get from the book. Take it as warning I am not writing any feedback or positive or negative comments about the books. Whatever I am mentioning, it's purely my thoughts.

अधीरा/Adhira- Lightning What happens when the Goddess of the Lightning- a much-feared solitudinarian who resides in her secluded island- is to return to the state of Dakshrajya? --- Adhira. The name strikes frozen terror into the hearts of the residents of Dakshrajya. She's never been seen since her exile a century ago, and is known to live in the small, deeply-forested island near the kingdom- an island which she owns and reigns over in solitude. The Island of Adhira, like it's only resident, had never been seen since she permanently settled in it. All that was known of the Goddess of the Lightning was that the color of her eyes symbolized the thick grey mist that hung over her island, her tresses, which touched her ankles, symbolized the colors of the attackers and defenders during a storm- black- the hue of the stormy sky which threw down lightning and downpour, and brown- the hue of the trees which defended the forest from floods. She was said to have the same essence as petrichor- the scent that floated into the skies when the deep blue river that cut through the island mingled with the deep brown soil of the shore- alluring, earthy and lovely- yet haunting. The kingdom from where the goddess comes is a place of prosperity and perfection. The Queen mother rules over Dakshrajya with wisdom and rationality. Peace resides in the island, more than anything else. But when the charming young prince of one of the world's most powerful Indian empires arrives with an offer of alliance to the kingdom with a strange price, will the peace remain? Even if the price is the forceful sending of Adhira, all the way to their empire, to be used as a military weapon? Even if the queen's queendom is threatened if she isn't sent? ~An Indian historical fantasy fiction.~ #130 In Wattpad India #1 in Indian Fantasy Copyright © 2022 Sherynnn1000

Osh is an Indian 16-year-old who does Indian 16-year-old-ish things. Most of the time. Searching for somewhere to vent out, she starts writing to her long-lost best friend, Betty, but keeps the letters to herself. Read on to watch her journey through the last two years of her childhood, discovering herself in the process.

Divine escapades, all filled with love, hate, betrayal, and deceit; every shade of emotion, every rasa of life finds its existence in their tales. And just like that, a little trickery of speech causes the newly crowned star debutante of Apsaraloka to descend to the blue-green lands of Mrityuloka, which you mortals call 'Earth.' Witnessing mortality from afar as an almost immortal being is one thing, but experiencing mortality among mortals as an immortal is another. Being semi-divine has a few perks to make life a little easier on Earth, but what if one young heart falls in love with a simple mortal, as young as her? The tales of Apsaras loving mortal men are as old as time. Urvashi fought with the Lord of the Heavens for Pururava, but the gods, with their trickery, brought the beautiful damsel back to the heavens. Shall time repeat the same old tale with Yuthika, or shall love this time find a way to stay?