Diya Bhanushali Novels & Stories

When grandma mention raghavan ex -lover, harshika begin to argue with herself about maya's name, “Oh, it means. Raghavan ex-lover name is maya. I already knew that he had an ex-girlfriend, but now only I got chance to know her name. Nice name !!. Yet, her name is not charming and elegant as my name, harshika.. Harshika. Harshika. Harshika. Harshika.” Harshika chanted her name over and over in her mind, to prove herself that her name is more charming than maya's. However, somehow harshika attention again turned to grandma when grandma whimpered as she was saying,

I could complain, I've been home for days and I've never had a chance to take a walk then another mission, or at least that's what I thought. “Hello, Mr. Raiko, the IW president wants to talk to you”, said by Sabrien. White hair match with brown eyes. A fellow assassin. I could say, she is beautiful, wise, intelligent and a very good friend too. “But he is still in meeting with the senators. Please do wait for a moment”, she added. “Yeah sure”, I replied with a tone of annoyed with the situation.

"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.

The way she looks downwards when she blushes, when she tries to hide her smile and press her lips, Her banters with her sister, Her smart answers to my dad's funny jokes or questions, When her black beautiful eyes sparkle with a mischief, everything was driving me crazy. On a diwali, I was lighting diyas ( earthen lamps) at my place. And saw her holding a big thali ( platter) full of lit diyas. She was placing them on the edge of her terrace. I could not take my eyes off her. She was looking like a young goddess with the heavenly glow on her face. Her beautiful hair framing her angelic face and a cute diamond bindi sparkling between her perfect eyebrows drawing my attention to her, though sh

Hasan P.O.V. Why??? Just Why??? Why can't I get my love??? First Diya broke my heart and now Khushi... Why Allah??? Why it is always me??? Diya once broke my heart.. From last 4 years, I was trying to move on and when I got a reason she turned out to be that bastard's daughter... Why she has to be his daughter?? Why??? Just Why?? Am I not worth of love??? Am I not worth of happiness???

I said happily because this is one of my dreams. "Waiting for it. Good luck my daughter." "Thank you Daddy." I disconnected the call. I am Dhiya, Oncologist (Cancer specialist). I am an Indian. The only daughter of my parents, Deepak Chandra & Shivenya. My dad is the owner of Dhiya importing & exporting companies, Dhiya college of science, Dhiya Bankers, the list goes on. My Dad has earned everything with his hardwork.. He is a successful entrepreneur worldwide. My Mom is the M.D of Dhiya companies.

"You think I'm a stupid chasing a unknown girl? Others could be fooled, but I'm not! There's really nothing to hide in this world. No matter how clever people are at hiding something, there must be an opening for demolished! "But don't worry! Only I know about this secret. I got this secret in my own way, Ashita didn't tell me! And she doesn't know that I know her secret." A look of shock and disbelief was evident on Anil's face. "One more thing let me tell you! I love her not because she is the daughter of a conglomerate. In my eyes she is still Ashita Agrawal, a kindergarten teacher from Gondia! I didn't know Zoya Bipasha Vijayalakshmi. Even though they are the same person!"

Bali failed and decided to generate his research area in the unit itself. Bali changed the unit working features by introducing some new friends of his. He had the overall control, and Rikshraja worked as a puppet for him. Kesari was unaware of the situations generated at the unit. He was spending the time of love, care, happiness, and most beautiful moment of life with Anjana. *****

Anushka came to the door of the outer room, looking at her dark face and combing her hair. Amarnath was saying something and fell silent after seeing the girl. Anushka went a little further and saw the lady. How to wear a saree. Mother's age will be. The face is beautiful but very hard. He asked, do you eat bread or rice? ' What if I think of something to eat? Ramla Sen smiled. No one stays the whole night without eating. Interesting! Have you heard that many people in the world eat at once? I heard. "Bah!" What is your name?? Diwali Mukherjee. Your name is Ramla Sen. Ramla stopped a little. Tell me what to eat? Which is for your benefit. You have eaten when! Mother sits for father, today

Twenty-four years and counting, the journey was a long one, but she figured out each passing day, one day at a time. “Almost time, guys,” Bhavini called out. She was the princess of the Yadav household; Dark, full hair, the most banging body and a perfect figure eight. Isha always tried as much as she could to shut her third eye whenever Bhavini came around or when she heard her voice, but she always felt something disturbing.