Mirha Shah Novels & Stories

she whispered. Syra squeezed back. “I don’t think so.” She looked around. “I think it’s us.” Something moved at the edge of the glass horizon. Sera tensed. “Did you see that?” Syra didn’t blink. “Yeah.” A figure stepped through the mirage slow, deliberate. Dressed in black. Eyes rimmed in familiar red. It was Mira. But not quite. Not a ghost. Not a hallucination. This Mira was younger. Sharper. Almost… elegant.

Roohi's POV The shimmering lights of the Shah mansion were a dazzling backdrop to (Sangeet) one of the pre-wedding ceremonies of my friend, Mihir Shah. He looked undeniably handsome, dressed as a groom, his face radiating happiness as he prepared to marry the love of his life, Gaurvi. The air was thick with excitement, laughter, and the delicate scent of roses. The rhythmic beats of traditional drums filled the night, creating an atmosphere of pure joy.

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After all, she used to be a simple girl who went to school bare-faced every day. Standing in front of Christian like a little dress-up doll, she felt angry and self-conscious at the same time. But she had to admit that his efforts had not been in vain. She had already seen her appearance in the standing mirror earlier, so she thought everything looked pretty good. In fact, it was as if she was a completely different person. She wore a beautifully flowing jade-green silk gown that cascaded to the floor and complemented her figure. The delicate lace bodice revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her collarbone while maintaining an air of modesty.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

“I’ll be quick. Wait for me, and we’ll walk together.” I leaned against the doorframe as she bathed swiftly, her maids fussing over fabrics and accessories. Waiting outside in the lounge, I tried not to overthink the way I felt when she smiled like that, when she glowed. When Mira stepped out, I stood, momentarily caught off guard. She wore a sapphire-blue gown that hugged her figure perfectly, the silky fabric looked like liquid starlight. Her hair was softly pinned, with a few tendrils framing her face. She has minimal makeu, just to highlighting her natural beauty.

But she had done nothing to earn it. Unlike Ravina. Ravina had never cared about power. She had never needed to prove herself through manipulation or empty words. She had been a warrior, a protector, a leader in her own right. And I had thrown her away for this. My hands clenched into fists under the table. I was a fool. I turned back to the elders. “The mating ceremony is postponed.” A heavy silence fell over the room. Amira sprang up from her chair. "You can't do this!" She was shrill, frantic. "Do you know how this is going to make me look?"

He started the video, 4 minutes and 26 seconds- "Myra Vakharia, the one and only sister of Ankit Vakharia who recently became the partial owner of Vesta Dreams- the company owned / taken over by Mehra Corporation, has been caught in a societal farrago since past few days. She was not long ago seen at a bridge in Norway with her lover boy. The guy who spotted her is said to be her fan and a netizen living there. He revealed that she was present with her family and her supposed 'boyfriend' as shown in the picture. The screen displayed the photo of them in each others arms while Zeeshant's back faced the camera, hence the suspense on his character while her smile bimming face was caught in HD.

Ayesha's POV, "Um....who might you be?" I asked confused but politely not trying to be rude. "I'm Sahil Sharma, the chief editor of Mirchi News." He said smiling. My eyes widened. He's from the media?! "Uh... I am kind of busy right now and so I'd really appreciate it if you could come back some other time." I faked a smile and tried to close the door but he stopped it with his hand. I gulped as he bent down at my face level.