Anita Sikand Novels & Stories

She stands up and steps out of her seat, seeing Bambam staring at her coldly. Anita learned to ignore Bambam's icy stare and had even deleted Bambam's contact information from her phone, as she saw Bambam viewing her W******p status too. She walks to the CEO's office, feeling her palms sweaty, and knocks, standing in front of his office door. "Come in," Liam responds, and Anita gracefully walks into his office, slowly closing the door behind her. Liam stares at the Ash-colored gown Anita is wearing, and knows the gown is definitely hers, as it isn't oversized like the previous ones.

People she once thought she could trust were now distant, cold, and calculating. One evening, as Rita walked through the hospital corridors, lost in thought, she overheard a conversation between Anita and James. Their voices were low but sharp, and Rita couldn’t help but eavesdrop, her curiosity piqued. She overheard Anita speaking to James about how she had secured a powerful figure to support his business ventures. It was clear that she was manipulating him for her own gain. Anita had never been one to let a crisis go to waste, and she was using James as her ticket to climb the social ladder.

Shivaay pov : The last Month was best in my life where I got my life partner, someone whom I can rely on everything. Someone whose smile brighten my day, Someone who is always forgiving & loving. Someone for whom I want to finish my work early & I want to go home as soon as possible. Someone whose voice is like a melody to my ears which can relax every part of my body in a second & that someone is my lovely wife Annie, ANNIKA SHIVAAY SINGH OBEROI.

Soon, Anita talked. Anita is part of the shareholders too. She could be described as a rude, idiot who knows nothing but to offer her body to men even though she is rich. She loves to oppose me in anything but I was always ready to point and show her where she belongs. "This is what happens when you handle the cooperation like an amateur. You know nothing about business. You are just forcing yourself on it. Let those who know how to handle it do the job." She said glaring hard at me.

Holding conversations is never his forte, and it's never an issue for me either. I took my phone and placed a call to my friend -Anita. She's one of the best tech gurus I know. Smart, intelligent and highly confidential. “I had thought I'd be discarded,” her voice boomed through my ears the instant the call got connected. “Well, I'm considering that,” I replied playfully. “You'd have to try harder, Chris. I'm not that easy to get rid of,” Yes, I never want to get rid of Anita either. “Since you desperately want to cleave to me and I'm a man of great understanding? I'm going to allow you.”

“Anya’s temperament is the same as Nandini, she won’t give up on that boy easily and it seems transferring Anya’s guardianship under my name must be because of that boy.” A frown appeared on Sebastian’s face “What do you mean?” “Do you know anyone who can reject Abhishek Raichand’s granddaughter?” Abhishek’s voice was filled with confidence. Abhishek was not wrong saying these words, as the name of Raichand’s was not only famous in their country but it was a brand that runs in the whole world and if Anya would have the identity of Raichand’s granddaughter then no one can reject her at any cost

He whisper shouted, smirking towards me I just glared at him, and stepped out of the closet. "I'm Anastasia, a friend of Mali" I told him "Shakti, prince of Asia" "Shakti?" I closed my eyes thinking "That means power" I opened my eyes to see Shakti smiling impressively, "I spent four years in India after high school" I explained, Mali explained to him who I was, turns out, even though Leah loves Mali her dad is forcing, yes, forcing her to marry Shakti, he is against this marriage, just as much as she is

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

Ankita was least bothered about her appearance but still did as she was told for the sake of her child. She sat like a doll while the attendant did her makeup. "Madam, you sit here. Sir will come to escort you." Saying this she left. "Is your Madam ready,Smita?" Elijah asked when she came out of Ankita's room. "Yes Sir," Smita said, bowing her head down. "You can go now." He said and Smita went away from there. Elijah entered her room and stood rooted at his spot ,seeing Ankita's simple yet beautiful look. Wearing a beautiful navy blue floor length Anarkali with silver designs paired with a heavy embroidered Dupatta (Shawl) ,She was perfectly defining the definition of perfect beauty.