Areej Shah Novel Novels & Stories

only pain and shock and betrayal. " Kiyara...what are you saying... This is not you" " it is me Mr Raizada.... Kiyara...Oberoy...I am no more the orphan Kiyara Gupta...I am now Kiyara Oberoy... The gang leader and mafia queen of Bombay" and as I said that he stared at me with shock...shit...please forgive me Aarav but I have to do this...because if I won't they will kill you I hope you will be able to forgive me one day for doing this to you

Author's pov Shayari is looking at the outside from the car as Aarav is sitting beside her. They are going back to Sheerazi mansion. They used the private jet to come back. Shayari has not talked much from the time they started their journey. She is Really hurt that Aarhan ignored her like that. He was talking on call when they left he did not even look at her once. She at least expected a "take care" from him before leaving but he did not even showed any interest in her

But it still looked authentic. "Have you been working here for a long time?" Asked Arash. And he swallowed his disappointment again because Zaya refused to answer Arash's question for the umpteenth time. “Hmm .…” Arash was about to turn away and suppress his anger towards the girl when his eyes caught sight of a book that was very familiar to him. “A novel by Mira.Wv…?” And those words were what made Zaya then direct her full attention towards the man.

she says ok reading this aarav gets extremely happy when both talk with each other and didn't realize the time they talk with each other till 4. Aleena noticed the time and told him good night aarav we should sleep tomorrow in college. aarav says ok Aleena good night will meet you tomorrow. both sleep. The next day they meet each other in college. Aarav sits with Aleena just then sameera comes and she gets shocked aarav never sits or talks with any girl. Aleena told him aarav this is sameera sit. hearing this he told sameera you sit somewhere else, she nobbled her head and went from there.

Cheers rose in celebration, but one man stood silent—burning from within. Ishtiyaq Khan, who had walked into the mansion to draw blood, walked deeper into a prison he did not understand. He had been defeated—not by Aariz’s power, but by the mere glance of a fragile bride who unknowingly stole the heart of a monster. As Timtim became Mrs. Timtim Aariz Sheikh Pataudi, crowned in sindoor and mangalsutra, Ishtiyaq Khan realized he had lost a war he hadn’t even prepared for.

**The Truth Unveiled** The Shah household was tense, its usual rhythm disrupted by the shadow of Priya’s past. Ayesha’s confrontation with Priya had left everyone shaken. Arman was torn between loyalty to his mother and his growing awareness of her flaws, while Ayesha couldn’t ignore the foreboding warning from the mysterious man they had met. Priya, who had always carried herself with unshakable confidence, now seemed on the verge of unraveling. And as the days passed, it became clear to Ayesha that the truth would surface—whether Priya wanted it to or not.

Suddenly, the whole room lightened with dim lights, making it look quite romantic. Shah Mir, wearing a hoodie, was standing near the window. His back was towards Aleezay. She was scared of seeing a stranger in her room. "Wh....who are you? A…..and what are you doing in my room?” Upon her asking, Shah Mir didn't budge from his place. Still, he was standing there facing the window. Aleezay looked at him with scrutinizing eyes. “Ha…..Haadi, if it’s you then please don’t do such a joke with me. I…..I am getting scare.” Once again, she sprinkled the salt on Shah Mir's wounds. He just has to decide by letting her know what actually the pain is.

“No, I’m far, but I’ll be with Tara soon. Of course, you can visit us when you don’t have classes.” “Okay, bye. I love you.” He waved and left. “I almost forgot. Baby, Mr. Amir Sahah’s daughter is graduating from high school. She’s a fan, and her name is Areej. Her father wants to surprise her, and he asked if you could make a five-second video as T.S. Prince.” Her eyes twinkled. “I’d love to do that. I can send her a copy of the new book with my signature,” she said excitedly.

The entire file became corrupted. Aaira dropped the phone. Her hands trembling. Because now she knew one thing for sure. The shadow wasn’t a dream. The shadow wasn’t imagination. The shadow was real. 🌑 And somehow… It was connected to Aariz. 🖤

Her hairs were honey-brown colored with perfectly resting at one side of her face. She was Areej Mirza. His fiancé and I supposed my soon to be enemy. “Assalamualikum?” I greeted her as she turned around with beautiful pair of hazel eyes. She diverted all of her attention towards me as she scanned my existence from head to toe with her sharp eyes. Her face was deadly serious. I couldn’t help but play with the corner of my parrot-colored shirt with white dubatta hanging on one side of my shoulders. My feet were clad in white colored sandals while hers were adored in black heels with an anklet around one ankle.