Anita Sharma Novels & Stories

Rosemary shouted. As Chantelle ran out, tears kept coming, no matter how hard Chantelle tried to hold them back. She felt so overwhelmed and alone. How could she possibly get everything done in time? And even if she did, what then? She would still be stuck here, under the thumb of her cruel and controlling relatives. The thought made her feel trapped, like a bird in a cage. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. But it was no use. The tears kept coming, and she felt her shoulders shaking with sobs.

Darsh appointed an assistant for sanjana , Mrs seema tripathi who was a lady in her 30 s and having a good work experience. Darsh told her to keep an eye on sanjana ,as she is too naive to understand evil motives of other persons .Sanjana never understood why darsh is so particular about her security .

he asked calmly "Thing is Shaurya ,you can't differentiate between what's real and not, you just fall too easily..Meeting the girl once and you already decided that she's the one ,when in reality despite their innocent looks they are just hypocrites..That's the type of women you like and because I'm smart enough and can't be fooled, I see right through them " I explained truthfully to him "But Anushka isn't like that " "That's what you said with the last girl ,what was her name again ? Whatever her name was " I pointed out

Kiara said escorting her to the dressing room. Ten whole minutes and Shelly was still in the dressing room. "You want me to come drag you out of there?!" Kiara growled angrily. "No, just hold on a sec." Shelly muttered before emerging from the dressing room dressed in the dark red gown that hugged her body like a second skin and had a sweetheart neckline that showed her cleavages, her boobs were popping up just a bit, not too much and all her curves were in full display. She had lost weight but the dress really made her look very beautiful.

he called in whisper tone and Arya and Kabir snapped turned their faces to the entrance and were hell happy to see Annie out there. She walked slowly gaining everyone attention with a small smile and her every step holds such a graceful energy which passed through all present out there. Her silver shining glittering one piece dress surely shined all the way making her glow like a princess in the modern era. Niharika looked shocked with her presence. For once she thought, the girl is gone far away from them. But seems, she won't leave their family easily. Chanadra though didn't like this girl, felt happy that his son is smiling. If given chance, he would just apologise to her too for the sake

Anita smiled at her and nodded. " You came alone in this condition. Where is your husband or as a matter of fact no one accompanied you? You have been advised to rest." Priya was unsure as to how she would react to her question. " That bastard used me like tissue paper and threw me away. I'm least concerned. I'm a single mother and will bring up my kid on my own." Anita had a faraway look on her face as if looking into something. When she turned, she found Anita was looking at a male figure. He was tall and lean with a toned body and a muscular body. He was wearing a red button-down t-shirt with jeans and was looking at Anita keenly.

As Suhala gracefully slipped away into the crowd, Kabir seamlessly took her place beside Shanaya once again. When she turned to meet his eyes, she noticed the same bewilderment mirrored in his expression that resonated within her own thoughts. "What on earth just happened?" he whispered urgently, echoing Shanaya's own confusion. "I'm at a loss here. That was Anjali Bhatt, daughter of the famous actor Kartik Bhatt. She recently made her Bollywood debut. What is Dhruv doing with her?"

He took another sip of wine and hardly shook his head. “I gathered enough intelligence that someone powerful in Axum plotting an invasion to Hala,” Attisha said. Her gentle face hardened, “I hate the caste system. They think they are superior, and they could easily trample on us.” Attisha was their best spy because of her rare ability of shapeshifting. Everyone in the tribe usually transforms into a certain animal form, but Attisha was different. Her transformations were usually as plants to blend in with nature.

However, her face seemed familiar. "Won't you introduce me to your wife, Darsh?" Her sight finally shifted to my husband, who appeared slightly troubled with that question. Although as his orbs voyaged to me and he stated, "She is Anannya Agarwal," his distinctive poker expression resurfaced. "She works as a model for our company." "And this is Khushi Sinha, my wife." As Darsh finished talking, I recalled viewing her on the banner of a jewellery advertisement. That explained why her face looked familiar to me. I had a hunch she could be a model, depending on her appearance.

It reeked of pure, concentrated ambition, and it was the domain of Ethan Cole. I smoothed down the skirt of my only good black dress—the one I call my ‘Power Suit of Shame’—and adjusted the sharp blazer that was my professional armor. Today, I wasn’t just Anya Sharma, the exhausted freelancer. I was The Critic, the venom-laced viper of the digital world. I needed to look like a woman who commanded eight-figure contracts, not a woman who sometimes forgot to eat because she was too busy wrestling with her latest addiction, which, for the record, was not masturbating anymore.