Had By Nimra Ahmed Novels & Stories

Like a dream. Two days after the attack, Nealinim woke and was fully conscious for the first time in days. Blinking hard, she focused on the lovely fair features above her. Recognizing the fair face and long blonde hair. “Almora?” “Yes.” The woman smiled as she patted Nim’s hand. “It’s good that you know me. I was despairing that with your fever so high, damage would be done.” She’d feared Nim's mind would be suffer the effects of the fever that had seared through her body.

I immediately got off my seat faking a huge smile on my face and walked towards her stretching my hand. "Hello Mrs Ridhima Ahuja. It's a pleasure to meet you here." I said. She hesitantly took my hand but didn't make it obvious. "Hello....Naila right?" "Ah, you know me! How nice!" I said. How wouldn't you after all your failed attempts to get rid of me. But don't worry sweetheart, I'm not the one who'd be leaving.... or disappearing. "I have heard a lot of things about you, really a LOT of things." I emphasized.

Armaan bit out “You know her?” Janani asked, faking a confused face “No” Armaan bit out, refusing to acknowledge what he already knew. “No worries. I will introduce myself. Aaradhya Ahuja. Daughter of Dr Gagan Ahuja and Durga Ahuja” Aaradhya said The brothers sucked in a sharp breath, when their suspicion was confirmed “And I am here to meet my elder brothers and get to know them”

He walked up to the bar deliberately to irritate his mother. Feriha gradually walked towards the bar, sat on the chair near the counter, and placed an empty glass gesturing for her son to pour her too. “Let’s not underestimate my hold on the mansion, Amaan. I have my eyes and ears, and I will go straight to the point. Why did you lock Asmaira?” “Why do you care so much about her?” Amaan glared at the wall cabinet. “You might have forgotten, but Feriha Hashmi runs an NGO for assaulted women and will never stand any assault on them. Do you think I will let my sons do the same to their wives right under my nose?”

Hall was decorated beautifully food was there and Ibrahim family alone with some relatives was there than she sees her mother and sister she goes towards them and hugged her mother..... Aisha doesn't hugged her back..... Than she sees Ibrahim came he was looking handsome and wearing sherwani..... Adeel looks at his son and crys little bit..... Than farha says we should start the nikha.... They all settle down and qazi start the nikha..... With rps of 50 crores do you

Breathe, Emma, just breathe. “Ms. Livingston? That name is so familiar to me. I meet so many people; I bet I’ve heard your name at a prayer service somewhere. Please, your urgent matter should be shared sitting down in my tent. Come and we’ll talk,” Namirha coaxed politely. If he knew who she was, he didn’t let on. But Emma wasn’t foolish enough not to suspect he’d known exactly who she was. He offered her a chair and his robed helper eased him into a chair at his desk. He dismissed him and turned his attention to her. “So, let’s hear about this urgent matter, Ms. Livingston. I must say you’ve got me intrigued.”

: Haya said with a smile. Their Ammi smile, then her gaze fall on Farhaan who is standing in the corner of the room with Arham. She smiles and said: "Farhaan beta, you here ? Come here ".Farhaan walk to her, she holds his hand and said: "Did you and Sarah sorted your matter, now you both are together again?".Everyone gets shocked listening to her, they do not know how to tell her the truth.

Aiden taunted, with a small laughter. “Please, just take the gun off her head,” Darell whispered, Aiden slowly looked up at Nimi. “It all lies in his hands though, for the last time are you joining me again or not?!” Nimi looked up at him snickering. “Really!! You’re so shameless Aiden, why not come to me man to man!” Nimi growled, a deep scowl on his face. “I can see this innocent baby isn’t as important to y’all as I thought,”

Hijabi Girl: “Ann, who’s there? Everything okay?” Ann: “Yeah, it’s my man.” We entered the sitting room. Hijabi Girl: “Oh, our man! Nice to meet you.” Me: “Nice to meet you, too.” Hijabi Girl: “Well, my name is Hamida. I’m Ann’s best friend.” She beat her chest proudly. Ann: “Baby, please act mature.” She laughed. Hamida: “Ann, leave me alone I wasn’t talking to you.” Me: (Amused by her energy) “Well, my name is Nathy.”

" she finished, stood up from the chair. Without blinking an eye, NISHMA NEIL KHANNA left the conference room and returned to her cabin. Devil - - Daitya - - Asura . . . Nishma was aware of all those names that were called behind her back but she didn't care about it. All she needed was to make sure she wouldn't make her father - 'Neil Khanna' and Uncle- 'Arjun Kashyap' down. "Madam! Here, the recent report about the market", Her assistant came with another assistant and placed the papers on the table.