Novels by aishaa nayak

It was midnight. The music in the club was loud enough to shake the walls, the lights flashing across the crowded dance floor, and expensive liquor flowed freely at their table. Yet Dev sat unusually quiet, a glass in his hand, staring into nothing. Arjun sighed as he watched him. “What's wrong with you, Dev? You're not even drinking properly.” Dev didn't respond. He had been sitting there for nearly two hours with his friends—Samar, Ashish, and Arjun—and hadn't said more than a few words. Their friendship wasn't a coincidence. All four boys came from some of the wealthiest families in the city. Their parents owned properties, businesses, and considerable influence, and most of them were connected through long-standing business partnerships. Their families had always preferred their children to associate with people from the same social circle. So, naturally, the four of them had grown up together. “Dev,” Arjun tried again, leaning closer. “Are you going to say something? As f

Gritting his teeth in raw fury, the man glared at the empty doorway where Divya had just vanished. His knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists, a dark, dangerous promise settling into his eyes."You wanted my attention so badly, didn't you?"he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with venomous arrogance. "Well... you finally got it."​A little while after the interview concluded, Nikita and Divya sat side by side in the back of a bumpy auto-rickshaw, the cool evening breeze rushing past as they headed back toward their modest rented apartment.​"You know, Divya, you literally saved my life today," Nikita rambled excitedly, completely oblivious to the turbulent storm of emotions brewing inside her best friend's mind. "If you hadn't raced up with that file just in time, I would have faced the worst humiliation of my life, you can't even imagine! First of all, the screening process in there was absolute insanity. They checked everything-literally from our eyes down to our

Divya was already feeling a deep sense of nervous vulnerability as she stepped into the sleek, high-rise corporate building. The unfamiliar environment, the intimidatingly quiet atmosphere, and the hyper-polished demeanor of the executives rushing past her only heightened her anxiety. Having dealt with trust issues in the past, she was hyper-aware that appearances could be deceiving. She knew all too well how wide the gap could be between a person's polished exterior and their actual truth—how people often project an aura of absolute honesty and genuineness while a metaphorical monster laughs silently beneath the surface. Every luxury marble floor and sharp suit felt like a silent reminder of how out-of-place she was in this upper-crust world.​Yet, none of that mattered right now; her sole focus was getting those crucial documents to her best friend as fast as possible. The thought of Nikita facing trouble because of a missing file made her chest tighten with anxiety, her heart th

The Next Four DaysFor the next four days, Divya became Nikita’s personal English tutor.And she quickly discovered something she had never realized before.Teaching English to schoolchildren was easy.Teaching English to her forgetful best friend was a completely different battle.“Repeat after me,” Divya would say.“Repeat after me,” Nikita would repeat.“No! I mean the sentence!”“Oh.”And then they would start all over again.By the fourth day, Divya was convinced that getting Nikita through the interview would require a miracle.Interview Day“Nikita, hurry up!” Divya shouted. “All this work was supposed to be done today. You’ve been running around like a madwoman since morning!”“I’m nervous, babe!”Nikita was pacing around the room.“What if I go there and forget everything? Today might be the final day of my life. What if I suddenly start speaking Chinese instead of English? I swear, I’m terrible at interviews. My stomach starts doing somersaults the moment someone says ‘viva.

(unedited)Before 6months​The humid Mumbai air clung to Divya's skin as she stomped down the crowded pavement, her blood still boiling. Beside her, Nikita was frantically trying to catch her breath, half-laughing and half-pleading with her fiery best friend to calm down.​"You literally stopped me from handing that crooked bus conductor straight over to the police!" Divya fumed, her eyes flashing with indignation.​Nikita threw her hands up in exasperation, her voice echoing over the roar of passing traffic. "Oh come on, sister, take a deep breath! You pick a fight everywhere you go. That scissor-like tongue of yours... do you ever eat sugar? Tell me honestly, why does your mouth always taste so bitter?"​"So what do you expect me to do-stay completely silent?" Divya retorted sharply."He explicitly swore the seat was empty, but the second I climbed onto that crowded bus, he turned around and claimed there were no seats left. Why lie? I despise people like that! They sell their integ

​(unedited) Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass house, the rain poured down with relentless force, beating a fierce, rhythmic tattoo against the windowpanes. A profound, enveloping silence hung over the surroundings, broken only by the steady, melancholic roar of the storm. The earthy, intoxicating fragrance of *petrichor*-the scent of wet earth-drifted thick through the damp air.It was the kind of rain that poets wrote about, a weather meant to draw lovers closer, to weave their hearts and bodies together in a cozy sanctuary of warmth. But inside this room, that romantic ideal was a cruel mockery. Here, someone was breaking. Someone was quietly shattering into a million pieces, trapped in an agony that the outside world could never begin to imagine.Two naked bodies remained hopelessly, inextricably tangled on the oversized mattress.Even after three grueling, raw, and exhaustive rounds of passion, the man still refused to detach himself. He remained firmly, stubbornly embedded i