Novel & Cerita Mirha Shah

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.

Amer Len said to her. She looked at me and then back at him. "No. I wasn't expecting it." "We haven't told anyone yet." I squeezed her hand, hoping she would continue playing along. "Is there a reason your family wouldn't approve?" Amer Len asked. "My experience with Ms. Nichols has been very positive. She's intelligent and competent. And from what I can see, she's quite lovely. What more could a man want?" Great. Exactly what I needed—someone praising my assistant's physical appearance.

aisa dekha nahi khoobsurat koi jism jaise Ajanta ki moorat koi jism jaise nigaahoN pe jaadoo koi jism naghma koi, jism khushboo koi jism jaise machalti hui raagini jism jaise mehakti hui chaandni jism jaise ke khiltaa hua ek chaman jism jaise sooraj ki pehli kiran jism hua dilkash-o-dil-nasheeN sandali sandalee..marmari marmaree.. I have never seen anyone so beautiful her body is like some statue of Ajanta Caves her body is like a spell on eyes

After a few seconds of silence, Abhivanth looked at the crowd below and said in a resounding voice, "Her last name is Singhania, the same Singhania as Abhivanth Singhania and other Singhania members. She's the apple of our family's eye and our precious darling daughter, Myra Singhania!" Her stunning beauty and cool temperament made the best combination. It made it really hard for the crowd to look away. Myra smiled lightly. Myra was wearing a simple but extremely elegant black dress that perfectly outlined her slender figure. It contrasted with her fair skin, which made her look so bright and beautiful. She had such an innate regality that even without any accessories, Myra would still look

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

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

“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.

She smiled softly, maintaining eyes contact with me. “I am sorry I lied” the board mumbled words to each other. “I didn’t introduce myself properly”. She took a break. And swiped to the next slide. It was a picture of Mira mixed up with her picture. At this moment, my mind played fast. I never noticed that she shared a slight resemblance with Mira till I saw the picture on the screen. “What if she is Mira?” It flashed through like lightning. “I am Mira Greg. The daughter of the founder, Abj ventures. The wife of Gerald Lead”. She looked at me proudly.

“but she is raised as Kiyara....Gupta...that too in an orphanage, that orphanage started for her, I myself started that" I already knew that but still I hoped that she must be talking about someone else, but she made it clear. “you are lying “I whispered but I myself was not sure “ohh...you know Aarav I am not, she is shashi Oberoys' daughter.” I have to leave from here or else I will break down in front of that bitch. As I was about to leave she said " Aarav.....do you know her age right now....?...I bet you don't...then let me tell you , she is 23 right now....her will is already activated , she is right now The Mafia Queen of Bombay "