Diya Bhanushali Novels & Stories

But her phone is buzzing she check it's shown harshita it's her friend Phone convo Hello harshita Say isha say hello how are you after a long time you remember me I was thought you forget me. Harshita say relax give me time to speak how can I forget my best friend I can't and today I call you bcoz my wedding is fixed so I call you that you have to come with Uncle Aunt. And I thought that u don't forget this. Hope you come. Isha say okay I will try to come by she also replied byy and the phone convo end.

Thay report came close and introduced herself " Hi.!! I am Dimpy. I am working for the Times of India newspaper businesses forum. Nice to meet you, miss..... ?? " " Nice to meet you too. Miss Dimpy. . And I am his wife not girlfriend nor fiancee. " With that, she shook her hand with Dimpy and held Vikash's hand tightly. With a fake smile, she was looking at Dimpy and secretly pinched Vikash's arm tightly. Becoz of her pinching, he can't control pain and hissed. .." What are you doing? Sannu. ?"

His body had used everything all at once. A few minutes later, Creed again picked himself from the ground. His stamina and Chakra reserves were still drained out. His eyes were sullen from it and his stomach was growling too. Putting aside his hunger and exhaustion, Creed summoned the holographic console in front of him again. Some notifications were visible on the screen. [Congratulations!! Mr. Creed Gryffon. You have successfully broken the highest record made by contender Varun Bakshi of the Phoenix Clan.] “Who is this Varun Bakshi?” Creed pondered on the notification, “Wait!! He is from the Phoenix Clan!!”

"Zora has graciously offered to help support our search for Abner and the drones. To that end, Agent Diha..." "Balakrishnan," a woman's voice said through the speakers. The projector screen flickered and the image of a familiar Indian woman. Her hair hung over her shoulder in a complex braid and her white coat was wrapped tightly around her. "It sounds like it looks. Most people just call me Diha, though." Jamie snapped his fingers. "You're in the lab. I liked your shawl thing." "Yes." Diha nudged her chunky frames up her nose.

she horrified " Bindiya is a trainer, she teaches brats like you how to hold your breath and tongues and please customers, what actions you need to do to attract them, how to get advantage. And you are asking me to let you go. Listen Girl! I have been in this trade for twelve years. So don’t throw tantrums and let me prepare you for our customers. Today a very important customer is coming, so be ready. We need to clear the consignment.No need to shout when he pleases you. Just keep your bloody mouth shut once he enters into you. You will feel pleasure and we will get clearance for consignment. Now don’t make me angry, otherwise I have to do more work on your makeup to hide your marks.”Bindiy

She was bored of hearing the same thing about him over and over again. "Girls, the famous business tycoon Avyansh Malhotra is here, in our college" Nia cooed excitedly. "So what, he is not gonna ask you out so stop daydreaming about him" Diya joked playfully. "Who knows? He would be mesmerised by my beauty and fall for me" Nia said, visualizing him.

And downstairs, Tamanna was already waiting for me. Di was already waiting for me. We call our elder sister Di or didi in India. She was wearing a red sleeveless sweetheart neckline dress gown that was slit cut, and it was. The cut was reaching the upper to her upper thigh. She was looking. If I had to comment on her looks, I would say that she was smoking hot and sexy. I think she was perfect in her own way. I don't understand why she always tried to disgrace me. But whatever, it's her, and it's me.

"Harsh truth, you're not the only one in this race. You can't walk here, you need to run." Before I could reply, he halted in front of a lady, probably in her thirties. A smile spread over her face, seeing Piyush and she hugged him and he hugged her back. Parting, she kissed him on his cheek and I controlled my gag. "Piyush, no long time no see." "Busy with work." He passed her a tight smile. She nodded wearily and settled her gaze on me. Her perfect trimmed eyebrow raised up in question. "Meet one of my assistant, Sanchi. And Sanchi, she's Savita, owner of pisha brand." It was one of the known brands of India for its formal dresses.