Arshi Novels & Stories

My stomach churns, and for once, the anger I feel to all these people is lost, replaced instead by nerves. Isaiah looks down at me, brow raised. He seems reluctant to take me out there, almost like he feels guilty for subjecting me to their presence. He has Alpha duties calling him away from the estate today, or I believe that’s the case from what I overheard yesterday from his conversation with Zire. His jacket is a dark, rich crimson colour, the undershirt black. Whatever duty he is attending to, it’s definitely formal.

"Arvi get up" shouted mamma from outside the room. "I'm up mamma" I said getting up from the bed. Sorry I forgot to introduce myself I'm Arvi Singh from Mumbai, I'm 24 years old and a cardiologist. Basically I'm papa's princess and his name is MR. Vikrant Singh. He is a business man and very cool just like me and he doesn't judge a person by his looks. He is the world's best dad. My mother MRS. Mira Singh and she is a housewife. My mom is very caring, loving and energetic. I will always share everything with her.

Also he has a tender and beautiful heart inside him. Arjun - Male Protagonist Yashodha - Arjun's mom Hariharan - Arjun's dad Priya - Arjun's Sister Rajesh - Priya's husband Tarun - Priya's 3years old son Preethi - Arjun's best friend from childhood Avni - Preethi's 5years old daughter Praveen - Preethi's twin brother who is also a best friend to Arjun Sharanya - Praveen's wife

NOTHING is ever more important than Ara. That is the thing Ara learned after being discharged from the J Hospital. For whatever reason her parents were convinced that staying with Van is better for her health and safety. Van, short for Vanluke, literally never left her alone even when she’s taking a private bath in a private property mansion somewhere in Luzon near no neighborhood in the middle of a mountain. When she got there something tells her that she’s been there before but recollection of solid memories. Van is incredibly wealthy to have a security team patrolling the corners of his mansion. But more importantly, even if Van does have to leave her side for a brief hour of shower, he’d

He skipped his heartbeat seeing Devika. Arushi called his name for some time and only then he broke his staring. Arushi said," Arnav bhai, she is devika. My college friend and she is Rubi. She is also my friend. And my friends, this is my elder brother, Mr Arnav Agnihotri. He is a doctor." Devika looked at Arnav and smiled. She said," Nice to meet you, Mr Agnihotri." Arnav said smiling," Same here. I have to say Arushi has beautiful friends ".

I shook my head. “ Listen, i saw him in Rehaan's mansion yesterday. He introduced himself to me as Ayush Aras. I kinda doubted him but then, how can i identify him. He was talking to me as if he doesn't know me. I really felt he's such a good man...” i explained, she was listening to me very keenly.

His friends with him. That's why Rihanna likes rich boys at all. This idea has been born alone since he became wise. His idea is that the eldest son or king, the prince is selfish, they are arrogant. So Rihanna tries to keep distance from them. He has a lot of hatred for the rich! ! His full name is Rihanna Chowdhury. This time he got up in Honors first year. Luckily the new university got a chance with my best friend. But this morning. This Arun smiles like a storm. Whose Arun Hossain. Who has no work. That boy is talking about rich. The real job is to annoy new children. Rihanna runs away from there. But that is not the end of the incident. After the class, the eye doctor's appointment is

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

Wish you all the colors of happiness and love✨️🌸🌻❤️ A. Gupta

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0