Mirha Shah Novels & Stories

"I am sorry... We are extremely sorry for whatever happened..." He apologized. "Mira has temper issues and... It's just... She is like this, always!... We are sorry for whatever happened!" Damon frowned. "Who the fuck is this Mira?" Madhan gulped. "She is the youngest daughter of Pratap Thakur." "And why the fuck you didn't tell me this when you were telling me about the family." He gritted. "Because she is almost forgotten by the family." He informed and Damon frowned. "I didn't even remember her when I was telling you about Thakurs"

It’s Mira, my maid, the only person who’s shown me any kindness since Sebastian dragged me into this nightmare. She’s thirty-five, with gentle brown eyes. Her hair is always pulled back in a neat bun. Mira’s been with me since Sebastian brought her here and since the day she introduced herself as my personal maid. To me, she’s more than a maid. She’s the closest thing I have to a mother in this place, always fussing over me, always trying to make things bearable.

“Nothing. His gaze softened slightly as Mira adjusted her bag and began walking toward the gate. She looked unaware. Unprotected. And something inside him shifted from curiosity… To decision. That night, Mira lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Tina’s words replayed in her head. You don’t even try, and people still look at you. She turned onto her side and hugged her pillow. “I don’t want to compete,” she whispered into the quiet room. She just wanted peace. Her phone buzzed softly under her pillow. Her heart skipped. She pulled it out slowly. Unknown Number. This time, the message was longer. You shouldn’t let anyone speak to you like that. Her breath caught. Her fingers trembled slightly. H

She should be on the ground now! At the edge of the hall, a girl stood quietly with her head bowed. She wore a simple maid dress, her hair tied in a loose knot. Her name was Mira. She had been in the pack since childhood, a servant like Elara. She knew the pain of mockery, the sting of harsh words. She had watched Elara work, suffer, and still smile. She had seen her cry in silence when no one looked. And her heart had grown soft for her.

I said and made my way to the exit. As I reached the door, someone stepped in front of me. Tall, stylish. Impossibly beautiful. A woman with caramel skin, waist-length red curls, and the most arresting emerald eyes. “Mirabella, right?” she asked with a polite smile. “Yes…?” “I’m Saraphina, you can call me Phina.” She offered a hand shake which I took.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

her voice shivered as she tried controlling the lump in her throat “Hah! funny I’ve never been awarded with such rewards and recognition like you and your company or your companions have bestowed upon me, look I’m so honored, see, my face is full of pride at having been recognised as the whore of the year... ha ha the best award for the woman who spread her legs the most goes to Mahira... wow!,” she clapped her hands, a crazy expression on her face

Rishabh shouted from the other side, and he could not believe that Ranvijay was getting married to Myra "Stop it, guys. You do not know about her. She is Myra Singhania, the one and only daughter of the Singhania family. As you both now understand about her relation with the Singhania family, then I do not think that I should explain about her closeness with Singhania brother because a sister can be close to her brothers and they dote on her so much and about her position in SGC so I can tell you that she deserved it, I have worked with her, and I have never seen someone who was so dedicated and hardworking about their work, Guys I have made a huge mistake because of a misunderstanding and a

“I…” “She is a Mirza. Ayra Mirza.” Mrs Johara introduced and all the color from Shabnam’s face drained in one second. She was a khan. She must have known about the tragedy happened back there. “Sorry?” She asked as it looked that she couldn’t even gulped down her own saliva. The massacre must have running behind her mind as everyone knew the rivalry between Mirza’s and Durani. “There are many other Mirzas Shabnab.” Mrs Johara glanced at Shabnab as my pulse quickened by the mentioning of the tragedy with a slight touch but still everyone hadn’t forgotten what had happened years ago. I indeed not let them forget either in future.

Then one day, the nightmares began, and she couldn’t take it; anyone but Zayn could get hurt, anyone, just not him. So, she fled, and although she wasn’t proud of it, the only thing that kept her going was that their separation meant he was safe, and that was all she cared for, so why on earth was he on her mind? She got three orders, delivered them for service, and then proceeded to the table at the far end of the hall. Seated there was a man and two ladies, among whom was Myra Mohan, the goddess of India’s fashion world. She ruled the runway and had once grabbed the Miss Universe crown; everyone knew her, cherished her, and, surprisingly, she had humility attached to all that grace.