Dharkan By Rania Mehar Novels & Stories

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The white silk shirt was hugging his body like it's his second skin. He was impatiently waiting for her. To see her. Meera walked inside Saanvi's room and informed her that it's time for Muhurtham. “ You're looking beautiful mimi.....so beautiful that it hurts for me to say this....." Meera said as she cupped her cheeks. Saanvi smiled wearily. She was actually tired. Mentally! She glanced at herself in the mirror. Indeed Meera was right. She was looking beautiful. To say beautiful, would actually be an understatement. She was looking like a goddess dropped from heaven.

Yes, I'm talking about her. Her - My Wife. My BEAUTY. My DUA. DUA ARIN KASHYAP She's my stress buster, my energy drink, my wild cat, my reason to smile, my everything, my chucks. She's the one whom I've always imagined in my dirtiest dreams.

he bent down and said in her ear "I am your monster and you are my Dark Hidden Paradise " ///Guys...it's Sriste here....it's a story of some dangerous mystery with obsessjve love...so please support me with your love...I can tell u all that I will make you love with every character in story...Follow me in my Instagram : sriste__author.///

It was all up to Hamdan what the outcome would be. Hamdan left the office with a mission to get back what he lost courtesy of his arrogance and ignorance. He had a full proof plan that by the grace of Allah would get him back his love .All he had to do was implement every step to perfection. If he was not careful enough his plan would backfire on him and cause havoc not only for him but for his heart too .After the lengthy talk ,what ustadh Dhul Qarnain omitted was to inform Hamdan that Sidra and Humeyra are one and the same person for he felt he had no right to expose his angel's secret.

She looked completely down at the legendary Devil of Dalal Street, completely mesmerized by the sheer, absolute physical destruction she had aggressively orchestrated. "You are actively looking more like a completely feral, entirely penniless animal with every single microscopic passing second, driver," Kiara whispered lethally, a completely terrifying, absolute smirk aggressively spreading completely across her flawless red lips. "Your beautiful, incredibly arrogant face is officially, permanently ruined. You will never actively look at another human being without explicitly reminding them of your absolute, undisputed degradation. The great Aryan Singhania is completely, irreversibly dead."

This room is really only filled with portraits of Rania. There was no way Daniel would paint some random woman over and over again. Somehow, through this paint, Morana could see how much Daniel loved the girl. Perhaps it wouldn't be an exaggeration for Morana to call this place as a Rania hall. Because it looks like this place is dedicated to his memory of his lost love. “Beautiful…” Morana praised when she stopped at one of the sketches while Rania was yawning. She looked so young and in Daniel’s memory, she would always that young, she would never grow old.

Did she find something? The guilt that the last time we talked we had argued rushed through me, I fucking regretted it. I'm coming, Amore Mio... and I'm fucking going to kill the one who hurt you… ‘Drake, I need a witch. Can you find out if Raihana can port over to me? I just need her for barriers. I'm not risking her like Del.’ ‘Understood Alpha.’ Silence fell before Drake mind linked me again after a short while. ‘Alpha, Luna Raihana said she didn’t need the disclaimer, and she’ll see you in a few...’

“What a commotion you created out there, sweetie. The men are in a frenzy, paying as much money as they can just for a night with you.“ Stacie slid up her denim pants, which were stylishly ripped at the knees. “Gee...what a pity you're gonna have to return it all.“ The smile on Madam Rosanna's face vanished. “Again? Come on, you need to stop wasting opportunities. Those men out there are willing to pay whatever just for a night. One night, that's all they ask.“ Madam Rosanna was a 42-years old but younger-looking woman who ran El-sol. She was Spanish, red-haired, and a beauty.

"Thank you so much for coming into my life jaan , making my life worth living .You are the best thing to happen to me sanjana . I love you ,I love you so much and now our kids too " Mrs dhani chauhan who was staying in sanjana's room that night ,had happy tears listening to darsh's love confession . Darsh didn't notice her presence in excitement to meet sanjana.Mrs chauhan patted his shoulders , "Darsh beta you can go home and take some sleep. Sanjana was sleeping under the effect of medicines you can meet her tomorrow" "I am sorry mrs " " Nani'' Mrs Chauhan corrected him in between .