Bridgerton Sharma Novels & Stories

he said while Krish clenched his fists in anger. “ Oh wow, wait a sec, I have seen you somewhere... Oh, I got it now, are you the Kartik Mehra, the top designer who is also a star-maker for the models? ” she said excitedly while he raised his collar proudly and said, “ Yes, you got it, sweetheart, then what do you think of my offer? ”

Alice Sharma, the youngest billionaire, selected rings for himself without any prior news of his marriage – it was shocking and bewildering to them both. The saleswoman's confusion was palpable as she tried to comprehend why Alisha referred to the exquisite gems as mere rocks. It was equally perplexing to her that Alice Sharma, a billionaire known for his high-profile lifestyle, was here choosing rings with no announcement of marriage. "If she called them rocks, then they're rocks, got it?" Alice snapped angrily, glaring at the saleswoman as if he were personally offended by her attempt to correct Alisha. His frustration was evident, fueled by his disdain for anyone daring to make his partne

Advay sharma: He is 28 years old business tycoon . He has a physic like a Greek god . Every girl dies for his single glance but this Mr arrogant never gives them a shit . He loves his family and can do anything for his loving ones, but he never spare them who mess with him.  Samaira Mehra: She is very sweet, innocent, bubbly girl . she loves everyone around her . She is epitome of beauty . She have every character of her name . She is 26 years old working in her uncle's company as a manager.

Sharma was the one he chose because she was a single mother and needed money for highher studies of her child and also she had experience in the field as well as she was good with figures. I had never met her in person but once I attended a call on Veer's phone where I learnt about her. I really liked the lady, Veer had told me even though she was struggling with money not even once she asked for Veer's help. Infact her daughter was a replica of her, he had met her once at an office party and he was impressed by her. I knew very well that my husband was not someone you could impress so easily, he was 27 but he was mature and he could sense people's caliber easily.

He sternly conceded and said further, "I know my daughter. But I don't think you know her after six months of the wedding." "She is Sharanya Sharma, daughter of Bipin Sharma who was an honest Indian cop, granddaughter of retired lieutenant general Vashishth Sharma," He was sounding was proud. "You know what I came here first. I'm here before meeting her. What do you think about my princess?" His voice became cold. "I know that all the proofs are against her. But I know and I'm sure, she is innocent, she can never kill her own flesh," He calmly asserted. "You are saying this because she is your..." I was saying but he raised his palm that stopped my voice.

he said as Sherlin raised her eyebrows at him. “Since I ruined your imported dress, I guess I owe you,” He said. “How do you know that my dress is—“ “The brand belongs to my friend and I can recognize it anywhere,” he lied; he bought the dress similar to this one for Zoya which she burned right in front of his eyes was a reminder that the dress costs more than 5000$ “Oh…” Sherlin looked around for a nice boutique and they spotted one. Looking around nothing looked interesting to her when she felt a tap on her shoulder, “I think you’ll like this one,” kabir was standing with a bridge dress in his hand that had small detailing in it; it looked classy yet the threadwork looked minimal giving el

She was asked nicely to wait in the waiting area after she told her name and mentioned Liam Maxwell’s name to the employee behind the tall desk. Soon, a tall slender man headed toward her direction. His figure was fit as a role model of a neat and tidy appearance. He was wearing a simple dark blue suit that looked outstanding in him. His blonde hair slicked back. “Doctor Phillips, welcome to Arthur Tower. I’m Liam Maxwell.” “Nice to meet you, Mr. Maxwell.” Lila rose from the couch. Seeing the man’s appearance suddenly made her once enjoyable combination outfit feel uncomfortable and totally wrong to wear at the moment.

“Bentley?” The owner of BAM, my biggest client, and my friend, stood. Bentley Ridge was a brilliant businessman, stern, unflappable, and known for his rigid, standoffish ways. Except for the people he cared about. He adored his wife, his love for her eclipsing the cold front he presented to the world. He was an amazing friend, generous, and giving to a fault. “What are you doing here?” He strode forward and shook my hand, then in an uncharacteristic gesture, leaned down and hugged me. It was awkward and stilted, but it meant a great deal. He clapped me on the back and stood.

It was, of course, in black. “Looking for Ms. Sharma?” Heat creeped up my cheeks as I scratched my neck, “Is it that obvious?” Mr. Stone chuckled at me, patting my shoulder. “Take care of her. I am sure Mrs. Damini would be proud of her daughter’s choice.” I smiled at him when he left to talk with the other guest and looked for my girlfriend. When I found her laughing with Anya and Andrew, my heartbeat came to a halt. She looked stunning in a red saree. The black blouse hugged her curves while the folds of silk fell over her petite frame, golden jhumkhas donning her ears. Kiara looked more beautiful than I have ever seen her donned in a saree.