Desi 49 Novels & Stories

"God!! How could you be such a fool to get trapped D. You always say you are the smartest tool in the kit. What happened to all the smartness" Siddhu taunted Drishti bristled at the insult "I'm still smart Siddhu. If you haven't noticed ,let me refresh it for you. I scared off the jerk of an ex groom and got myself tied to the son of one of richest families in India. And imagine the amount of money that would come into my hands through this marriage" Drishti said smugly

I questioned her as soon as she stood in front of me “Yes sir… here… complete detail about every Indian model who are currently working with us, in total there are 23 models working for us who are from India and only 4 among them are work in line of ‘Top Class’ models also only one of them was having her shoot yesterday which was for ‘Osman Indian Bridal Jewelry summer collection’” she replied gently sliding folder from her hand towards me “What’s her name?” I questioned picking up folder curiously “Her name is Victoria Perez” jenny replied as I kept scrolling through every profile until I halted at one what my eyes were craving to look at “Hmm… weird… her name do sound somewhat familiar..…”

phinnaeus said laughing so Dhruv slapped him "Respect our sister" he just said and cohan sat down and looked at his sister. "Baby what does sister look like?" Drixity smiled "She looks like mom like those pictures i saw [she's talking about Xiana in 21 years old of age] but she have a very white skin and a white hair"napangiti naman si kino at kinarga nalang si drixity "Xyrene, son, I love you, be careful," Kino said happily and they returned to the tree to eat.

Lakshmi whispered and I frowned at the person. “See? We Australians are the best at this.” She said smirking and started walking towards the kid. “Yeah! We can see how you can prove your ability before a small Indian kid only.” I commented to which she turned to stare at me. “Are you saying the Indian players are kids before the Australians?” she asked, smirking and laughed when I couldn’t say a word. “And now, you come here.” She said, kneeling on the floor and the small kid walked near to her.

“Coffee, black, no sugar, iIn the ceramic mug. The temperature should be 82 degrees Celsius, nothing more or less.” I blinked. Eighty-two degrees. How can I… ?” I paused. “Yes, sir.” As I turned to leave, he finally moved. He didn’t turn around, but he lifted his arm slightly, looking at the watch on his wrist. “It’s 8:56. You have four minutes.” I fled. The Singapore deal came on Thursday. The air on the 40th floor had been thick with tension for days. I’d been compiling data, answering calls from the Asian offices.

The top part lacy and the bottom part silky and flared on the floor, it was gorgeous. "Oh my god Linds, this dress is beautiful!" I squealed, running my fingers over the design. "Wait until you see your dress. I designed it and you are going to love it." She smirked, that caused me to frown. "Why can't I see it now?" I whined. "Because it's a surprise, and you'll see it on Saturday," she stated as she retreated down the hall to her room. ** "Hey shortcake," My co-worker Calvin called me as he loaded the dishwasher. I knew him since my first year of Uni. He was a sophomore at the time, but he graduated from Uni and trying to pursue his singing career.

"Her parents are divorced and her sister is currently admitted in the hospital where she is awaiting surgical treatment. The other file contains the names of her friends that she shares close relations to, her contact information as well as her home address." Diavolo flipped through the pages of the file that had been offered to him. His eyes taking in every single detail of the information that was printed out on the paper. Sierra Delavine. Her name sounded just right. Exactly the way he had pictured it. Just like he had imagined it.

Didi I stepped out of the changing room, the warm sun kissing my skin as I adjusted the straps of my tiny red bikini. The fabric was barely there, hugging my curves like a second skin…my full breasts were straining against the top, the bottoms riding high on my hips to show off my toned ass. It was one of those days where I just wanted to feel sexy, to lounge by the pool and soak up the attention. The community pool was buzzing with the usual summer crowd: kids splashing in the shallow end, families chatting under umbrellas, and a few guys stealing glances my way. I smirked to myself, grabbing my towel and sunscreen before heading to a spot near the edge.

They used the way they managed to intimidate me to their advantage, to the point that they were bringing me down ten notches in my dignity and will. Axel appeared on my left side with a look that pierced my heart like an edge; he was the toughest of the four, his humor was too much to bear and he knew who to fear the most in situations like that. His long, jet-black hair was half pulled back in a ponytail. While on the other side, crossed arms appeared Iah. His gaze wasn't as strong with Madow and Ax's, but I knew he was angry by his furrowed eyebrows. What have I done in my past life to be punished in a hell ruled by four men?

"Disha I am sorry but I have a far urgent matter to deal with right now." "Wait! Wait! You are Disha Irani, the dectective tv series actress?" Mahi suddenly asked curiously looking at the woman. Well, yes she did look like that half Parisian and half Indian beauty who's tv series was at the top of TRP from last many weeks.