Jyoti Arora の小説・ストーリー

Dhawal teased her, and she slapped his shoulder. They heard a throat clearing and looked at the person. "Hello! I'm Jyotika, and this is my husband, Yudhishthir Singh Rathore," Jyotika said, and Shakti stood up from her seat, joined her hands, and said, "Namastey" to both of them.

I attend it Sir I'm Arora. I talked to my college friends to know her name. it's Salini. Salini Murugavel, he said without any reply I cut the call Salini is krish wife right? I asked her to confirm. From her look I know it's true. piya? I yelled I don't know, she said try to move away from me. I pulled her fast this time she colloidal with my chest and looked at my eyes. Her heart is beating like drum. Mine is not less than her. But I divert that thought

Anya looked at her mother doubtfully as realisation slowly dawned over her. "Anya, this is Mr. Arora, his wife, and this is his son Vijay." She said introducing the people in front of her. "Vijay has just returned from America where he's working in a big company." She said enthusiastically as the man extended his hand towards Anya saying, " Hello." Anya looked at his hand and then at his mother. "Ma, what is going on? Who are these people?" She asked raising her voice as anger swept through her like a raging fever.

But the main event, the one everyone was waiting for, was the Oberoi announcement. A sleek black Rolls Royce stopped at the entrance, its window tinted to obscure the occupant. As the door opened, a man dressed in a tailored tuxedo stepped out, his expression was unreadable. Aryan Oberoi, the newly appointed CEO of Oberoi enterprises. A name synonymous with luxury, power and wealth. He was the son of Advik Oberoi, the billionaire, and this conference was his official introduction to the global business arena.

My aarav has a child"? Yes said yuvraj, saraswat looks at aarav and says"Aarav please I want to take your child in my lab" before aarav say something to her yuvraj says "Aleena bhabhi", hearing this everyone turn their face and saw aleena was standing there alone with one cute little baby in her lab, everyone looks at aleena with wide eyes Aleena came forward and goes near Saraswati, saraswati looks at soham and said" Aleena please give him to me"without any delay she gave soham to Saraswati

Mahi said smiling like laughing Buddha. Enough, Mahi!! Let's go back if you don't want your precious friend to die. " Now that you have seen your surprise, shall we get back to work." I said because she seemed to have forgotten about everything else. " Oh, I am sorry, Ron, I almost forgot that you were here. Meet my friend Aarav from the USA. His dad is Mudit uncle's best friend. And we became very good friends while I was there. And Aarav, he is Ron, I mean Ranveer Kapoor, his dad is my dad's best friend. " she made the introduction.

"Arvi get up" shouted mamma from outside the room. "I'm up mamma" I said getting up from the bed. Sorry I forgot to introduce myself I'm Arvi Singh from Mumbai, I'm 24 years old and a cardiologist. Basically I'm papa's princess and his name is MR. Vikrant Singh. He is a business man and very cool just like me and he doesn't judge a person by his looks. He is the world's best dad. My mother MRS. Mira Singh and she is a housewife. My mom is very caring, loving and energetic. I will always share everything with her.

She asked as she sat beside me on the bench. I didn't even notice when they arrived at our department. But it was fine, I had no chances of winning. " Uhmm, Okay, Faryah, Faryah Mustapha" I answered finally and smiled at her. " Ohh that's nice, you're Arabian?" she asked. " Indo.." I shut myself up as a thought came across my mind. I was really Fauziyyah from Malaysia. " Malaysian" I answered and smiled at her. She had long red curly hair, with green eyes, with a thin nose and small lips that made her long chin fit her. She was beautiful. I don't really see the need of a beauty contest. " oh, I'm Natalie by the way" She replied and smiled wider. " Oh, are you in the contest too?" I asked and

Jyoti, who sat on the floor in the corner of the room, was sobbing uncontrollably and Meera was trying her best to comfort her. Rishabh had regained consciousness. With his back against the glass entrance door, he looked straight ahead noticing nothing. Tears rolled down his eyes. Life is like a short sentence he thought, you never know when you would reach the full stop. He squeezed his eyes shut hoping it would all disappear, but his thoughts reeled back to her ... Esha Arora ... His sister, mentor and friend. The orphaned child whom his father had adopted, and had later handed the ownership of the company to. The young director of Arora Cements was practically a celebrity. She had a degre