Dr Isha Gupta Novels & Stories

[ A L I N A ' S P O V ] "What?" I shouted at the phone, too shocked by the news delivered by Nisha. "How's he? Is he okay? How's Ria?" Ignoring the peering students, I sat on one of the benches rooted in the garden and passed my hand through my throat. Dhruv had a daughter with Isha. Damn fucking great.

She drag me with her, she take me into a cabin, and say it's your cabin, and wish me best of luck miss isha and go from there. Here I enter into my cabin. Ishu's pov end. Nishant pov Here I reached india, I take a cab my mind say come on nishi you are famous business tycoon and you took cab huh.... But I ignore that thoughts take a cab and directly went to office as I am workholick person, so I reached , now I happily inside in my cabin here my PA come and speak sir today you have meeting with mr.ankit gupta

She was genuinely happy. " Sandhya di, who are these people? Where is Shubh bhaiya? " A few children asked. " Well kids, Shubh bhaiya was out of Delhi. So I came with my friends. She is Maurvi di and he is Gautam bhaiya. He is a doctor. And he is... Vikram Ji, he is also a doctor. " She smiled at me. Maurvi and Gautam also smiled and then said hello to the kids.

"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.

Rachna and Savita exchanged warm glances, acknowledging Isabella's grounded perspective. "And speaking of other matters," Rachna continued, her tone shifting slightly with intrigue, "what was Ganesh saying to you earlier? You know him, of course – the incredibly talented designer of women's clothing. Savita and I are devoted patrons of his work. His creations are always top-class and meticulously crafted, making us feel confident and beautiful. I'm quite curious, Isabella; what kind of advice did he have for you?"

Maybe the Skincare and months of doing yoga with a pit of laziness every morning is finally showing the results I wanted. Well, it’s been three months since I started to care for my skin and body after Ria gave me an earful of how I'm not taking good care of myself. I was amused to hear her talking about yoga and intake of healthy foods. Like from when did she know about all these ? But then I came to know that Ria’s new best friend, Dhruv’s mother, is a yoga teacher and runs her own yoga centre.

the person called out. Turning around, they saw an unfamiliar woman dressed in a white, tailored suit jacket and office pants approaching their table. Isla raised a brow at Gareth, wondering if he knew her, but he didn’t. “I’m Hana Pillai, co-founder of Pillai Institution,” she said, seeming to understand that they might not recognize her since she wasn’t much of a public figure. “I know Pillai Institution,” Isla replied, extending her hand to shake hers briefly. “I’m a huge fan of both of you, and I just had to come say hi. Also, congratulations on the wedding renewal. Your love makes me keep believing,” Hana said gleefully, while Isla only forced a smile.

Tears are rolling down from her beautiful puffy eyes. " I understand wifey. I know that you didn't mean it but its the truth," I say, trying to calm her down "Isha please tell us the whole thing now. My patience is breaking," I say and she nods. "Mr. Roy, I'm a social worker and student of psychology. My dad is a businessman in Mumbai. I came here to try to change some criminals by counselling them," Isha stops and then starts again.

Jess asked, her voice sweet but laced with something seductive. “Yes,” I replied, my cheeks already warming. She handed me a form, leaning forward enough that I could see the deep valley between her breasts. “Fill this out carefully. Dr. Freya is amazing… she knows exactly how to take care of women like you.” The nameplate on the inner door read **Dr. Freya Sharma, MBBS**. After I returned the form, Jess scanned it and asked softly, “Three days constipated? Poor thing… you must be so full and uncomfortable.”

The old lady didn't bother to even pretend to love her job. “Come on in!” she shouted in a heavy and inhospitable tone. Her cold behavior was not new for Jessica. She brushed it off and went inside. Dr Gupta was a brown skinned bald man in his late forties. He was a thoroughly professional man. He wore a pair of rimless glasses that rested at the tip of his long nose. He could pacify even the rowdiest of children with his numerous ways. When Jessica entered the room, he looked visibly exhausted but seeing her, gave his battery an extra bar. It had been a while.