Badshah Begum Novel Novels & Stories

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She nodded her thanks, and before I could say anything else, she turned around and walked away, leaving me in an odd whirlpool of feelings. As she disappeared into the crowd, I couldn’t help but replay the scene, questioning every word, every gesture. It was unlike me to ruminate on such trivial matters. Yet, here I was, intrigued and captivated by a woman whose world was worlds apart from mine. I stood there, caught in the middle of an unexpected mystery named Gabby, wondering where this strange, compelling path would lead me. Just as I was about to turn away and lose myself in the busyness of the outreach, my eyes landed on a figure moving swiftly toward me. Ahmed. His face was unusually p

Her heart pounded heavily in her chest and when she arrived at the master bedroom she slammed the door behind her, locking it instantly. Valeria backed against it for a second. She took a deep breath before moving toward the walk-in closet. Her fingers shook as she pulled down the large silver suitcase from the top shelf. Enough was enough. She wasn't going to get treated like trash. She deserved better. She yanked open drawers, pulling clothes from hangers, not bothering to fold them. The silks, the laces, the gowns, leaving behind all the jewelry Ares had bought her. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"By novels, you mean the one you and Shalini read about how a normal girl married to a billionaire and taught him how to love?" I nod my head, saying yes. Bash released an exasperated breath. Shalini and I are a lost cause in this area. We read a lot, by reading, I meant we read a lot of smut that may or may not involve handsome billionaires and mafia men who may or may not have kidnapped the heroines.

YASHODHA'S POV I couldn't sleep all through the night after the incident that took place last night,I kept thinking about the many possibilities of things that would have happened to Mahendra if I hadn't got there on time to stop him , I mean what would have happen if I hadn't stopped Mahendra from going into the desert?, I soliloquy ,he has been acting all strange ever since we got to back to mahendrapavarti, since the relationship of a husband and wife between us has been torn apart , I don't expect him to tell me anything about what is going on with him but despite that I still went ahead to question him about everything,and even though I had asked him last night about what he was looking

He looked away nervously. "Hey, what's your name?" She asked. Ignoring her again, Zohan put on the headphones over his ears. While Ruhi cursed something looking at him. --- Zoya and Sahir with their daughter Zahara reached India. After coming back to their hometown, Zoya was happiest. Looking at her Sahir too felt relieved. But Zahara was not interested. She has already started hating small things. They reached the Sultan's Mansion, which Sahir built on the same place where his previous Mansion was. When Zoya entered the mansion, she couldn't stop her tears when good old memories hit on her mind. Sahir too remembered the past.

I have been trying my very best to avoid her. Not able to concentrate any more on the novel I am reading titled "The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride", which is somehow related to what is about to happen to me, I drop the book. I picked this book up from the bookshop I went to yesterday because of the title. I am going to be a billionaire's wife too very soon and I am also unwanted. I want to know what happened to the billionaire's bride who was unwanted by the billionaire. Getting to where the billionaire was treating her harshly made my heart sink so low that I feel like the same thing is going to happen to me too.

I responded with a smile. "Thank you, Bonnie." He whispered to me. °°°°° Myles' POV Bonnie and I were all dressed up, as I helped her get into the car. Bonnie's Fashion House, or BFH, as she likes to call it was launching a new boutique, and she decided to host a party to celebrate it. She was also hosting a charity event to support young girls and boys who wanted to join the fashion industry, but had no means. She said it reminded her of her beginning.

Nothing as complicated as marriage yet, I just wanted to introduce her to my world. One day, she stormed into my suite with anger and betrayal clearly etched on her face. She was holding a magazine that had both our faces on it. It read, "Billionaire heir of the Martinez empire seen with Polish local. Looks like even Polish girls aren't immune to the beautiful art of gold-digging."

"I'm marrying the Rathore Heiress, Matsyaa Rathore. She's the daughter of Industrialist Anup Rathore. I already told Nani maa about this, and I'm sure she'll have a valid reason to not reveal this information." Padma let out a weary breath and looked at him, "Who is this girl, Ranvijay? How long have you known her? I looked into her details. Born and brought up in England. What does she even know about us? About our culture? About our tradition? I won't be surprised if her values are different from the ones we've built our reputation upon. She's a commoner, Ranvijay. She'll have trouble adjusting to our lifestyle. I don't think she deserves you. Vijayata is better than…"