Arnav Singh Novels & Stories

Third person POV: At midnight when every vehicle was tending to move back to town, Arnav secretly got himself and Ananya in trunk of one of the media car, as soon as media car halted near their head office, Arnav got out and also helped Ananya and they both took in their environment, they realised that it was pitch black in town and the only source of light that was illuminating road was coming from the starts above them, Arnav and Ananya started moving away from media head office, since they had seen Vikram singh talking with police and media people they both decided to find their own way to take revenge on him, Ananya and mike were not sure where they were going, their mind was empty to th

Shiva's Pov Me and Arjun is waiting for Navi in our office gate. Today I left everything and everyone.. We booked flight for USA but I don't want Arjun too lose his life.. He just tell me that he doesn't have any goal but I know how much he want to run this business he just left everything for me. But I don't want ruined him. So I decided to left him in Airport.. I booked flight for Italy without his knowledge Hey what are you thinking? He asked

I asked him what kind of song he listens to and sings. His choice of songs are similar to mine. I asked him, "Who is your favourite singer in the language you listen to?" He answered me that, "Arijit Singh for Hindi songs, Diljit Dosanjh for Punjabi songs, Kirtidan Gadhavi for Gujarati songs, Sid Sriram for South Indian languages, Selena Gomez and Ed Sheeran for English songs and I love the music directed by A R Rehaman, Sachin- Jigar, Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy, are my favourite."

Bhargav Mishra: Son of Rajesh Mishra, Father of Anan, Renowned Artist. Suhani- Wife of Rajesh Mishra, World-Renowned Singer, a legend in the singing industry. Varun Vastav- Friend of Bharghav, Renowned artist. Manoj Varma- Father of Riya. Ben: Friend of Rohit.

The stress made my stomach turn and my hands became sweaty Someone hit the floor and we stopped "You are in the presence of His Majesty Romulus, the king of the werewolves and Jordan of all Jordan, the man with the staff announced I looked in front of me to see the king sitting on his royal throne, with his advisers or ministers sitting on both his sides "Enter your name and rank" commanded the same man "Herbert Henderson, Beta" "Karish Rinaldi, Jordan. "Stanlay Parker" I tried to sound confident because I had no rank

🩷 🍒 . The room stilled as the heavy voice echoed across the hall, halting the laughter and chatter. All eyes turned toward the entrance, where a tall man stood with a casual confidence that commanded attention. His sharp jawline, athletic frame, and effortless charm made heads turn, and the glint of a mischievous smile tugged at his lips. He was none other than Abhishek Singh Rathore— Avyaan’s younger brother, the pride of Indian cricket.

He stopped for a while after giving this news to me leaving me shocked to the core. "Madam, I have more information." Raghav said in a heavy voice. I was completely drenched in sweat hearing the trauma of that beautiful girl. "What, Raghav?" I managed to ask him without stammering. "Madam, Arnav Seth and Vikram Walia were partners in a scandalous business of prostitution and trafficking of girls. Arnav was caught three days ago when he tried to buy from Nepalese girls illegally. The ACP has confirmed the relationship of Arnav and Vikram. These people will not be coming out any sooner. You don't worry." Raghav told in a professional tone trying to maintain his composure but I knew he was shoc

Airblown rapidly from the device, and lucid land came out. Meanwhile, at Kesari’s home, Anjana not felt well. She could not recognize the pain felt under her womb. Kesari’s father was at home also. He informed the divine doctor, who was selected as a medical college dean near the city centre. He was a good friend of Kesari. As he suggested, Bruhashpati took Anjana to the hospital. The nurse confirmed labour pain. The doctor wanted to wait for some more time for normal. Anjana bagged for some relief to Lord Shiva and started chanting MahaMrutyunjay chant belongs to Shiva. She knew only the chant could give her strength for withstanding till her husband reached the hospital.

Her feelings are not hurt. Her ego is. Damn it!! She is Drishti Singhania!