Novel & Cerita Lapata By Nimra Ahmed

Roop pulled Mohini, along with Cherry and Lisa as they left for the dance floor leaving a bewildered Tilak who remained fixed on this girl. "Werohini", Tilak approached her and she formally greeted him. Tilak's face fell but he never showed his face, "Thanks for coming to the party" Werohini, An interior designer who was winning the crown of the most famous and beautiful girl in India. Werohini nodded her head and marched directly to meet Mr. And Mrs. KAPOOR "Hey! Wait Werohini. I want to talk to you and it's important. So could you give me some time?", Tilak stopped her but she didn't even look at him and then again started to walk to meet his parents.

for Chagall Corporation's latest release of Android. "He looks fine," said the girl softly, "It looks like I'm the one who has karma?" The girl shifted her seat a little, her legs had been aching since this afternoon, and it was obvious if she sat herself in the position. The girl who had a very small face shape grimaced a little when her movement caused her feeling in pain. The brown long hair girl continued to read the contents of the newspaper.

Hussaina says and jumps over the couch standing in between her and Lash. "Attention everyone please, this is my sister inlaw, Aisha Humaira, popularly known as HumyLash, the famous blogger and chef." Hussaina says. "Nice to meet you all. I'm Lash." Lash smiles. "We know." another fair girl with a smallish and petite structure says tapping her phone. She doesn't seem to be interested in whatever is happening. "Amhal can you shut up." Halima snaps and the Amhal girl keeps quiet.

Looking at Nishant irritatedly, she stood up and left the room while Nishant took a comfortable and enjoyed the rest of the drink. _______________________ Myra's POV I'm going to the rooftop of the venue since bhai said that the photographer wants to click my pictures and the view there is better. I reached the rooftop and saw only few lights are on, how tf is this place better to click pictures. I request to change the photographer seriously. Slowly I entered the rooftop since I'm already in my lehenga and it's difficult to walk with faster steps. I entered and looked around to see if there's anyone and there's no one, not even a fucking insect!

Every step I take exuding a quiet confidence that commands attention. Peeta opens the door for me as I step in and the room is filled with the Japanese, their gazes fixed on me as I enter. I take a moment to soak in the atmosphere as I gracefully take my seat at the table, my eyes scanning the room, meeting each gaze with a calm yet knowing look. I smile to myself, confident that whatever the reason, I'm not leaving here without a sealing handshake. It's me, Nadia, formidable and unbeatable.

In his mind, 'maybe I'm imagining things because of how pretty she is,' he thought. Yman without knowing after looking somewhere, the girl pouted her lips. The girl gave an inspirational and motivational speech that lasted 20mins. After her speech, earth-shattering applause was followed. Yman noticed that the girl went beside the lavender haired girl. It looks like she's the one who owned the seat. Looks Like the girl's name was Almina Amulet.

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This was an opportunity of a lifetime and she was not going to mess it up. Elara sat across from her, cup of tea balanced delicately in her hands, eyes calm and focused on the view outside the window. For a moment, Layla thought about how someone like Elara could command so much influence, so much attention, and still seem… human. Real. Not performative. She caught herself staring, realizing she’d done it silently, like it wasn’t safe to blink away the thought.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to see through them myself?" I refused to answer him while he went on reading one invite address to another. I don't have time to attend any boring tea parties and witness women gossiping like immature girls. Unlike any other Luna, I take my position way seriously to match my Alpha's grounds. Although nobody usually demands me, it is of the will in me that somehow urges to be the lady I should be. The Luna of all Lunas and the lady of all ladies. With my current mindset that has somehow grown through the years, nothing matters more than the reputation I was placed. For I know for myself that I've bled to maintain and earn the respect I should have in this positio

Maha Lakshmi's voice ignited the thunder in the house "But didn't the auspicious time already finish?" Sitamma said with a worried voice. Sitamma is the youngest aunt of hers. She is the wife of Ramakrishna, who is the youngest brother of Devraj and the one who was eyeing at the Laya's properties. Even though he was bad, his wife sitamma is an angel. She treated Laya well, she used to give money to Laya sneakily and used to buy some clothes and jewelry for her sneakily. Unlike her husband, she is a real angel. Laya respected her and loved her but she hid her respect and love in front of her uncle for the fear of him causing trouble for her aunt.