Mha Amajiki Novels & Stories

he heard her say with a giggle as she disappeared into the house. Jayant squinted. Sweetheart? Does Maahiji have an American boyfriend? Nah, he shook his head as if warding off the insane possibility physically. Must be some girlfriend. Rich people talk to each other like this only, don't they? Maahiji knew better than to string some pansy-ass firang to his death, considering she comes with a deadly baggage named Kunal Ranjan Vaghela. In fact, should he himself meddle? Jayant worried about his own ass which would be very sorry if things don't pan out as he is hoping.

And thankfully it was. "I'm so sorry I'm late, Miss Sanchez." Makaila said. "Just get to your duty post. I do not have time to exchange words with you." Miss Sanchez dismissed. Makaila quickly took her apron and started getting the table ready for customers. She was a waiter so she took her note pad and slipped it into her apron pocket. Soon customers started to come in. Makaila groaned when she saw the people coming in. The Jocks and cheerleaders of Malcolm High.

LJ countered, hanging his head back on the elevator walls, presumably to ease his misery. "Damn right, it was," Minho responded, still bent on berating LJ. "You had one job--" "Ugh. Can you not fight? The negative energy is making this head vibrate so bad. I feel like vomiting." Amara Khatri, Minho's partner from the Indian Principality, said from the other side of the box. She was new to the force and had just assumed a body., but she never could glean how a body was supposed to work. Amara had her nails close to her face, inspecting them as if they could grow tiny heads in a second.