Novel & Cerita Mishti Sharma

Manju Roy is the mother of Misti she is a primary school teacher and homemaker, Sristi is five years younger than Misti, both sisters love each other a lot. Misti has a beautiful heart shape face, fair skin tone, with black eyes and thick and long lashes covering her big doe shape eyes, she also has long thick black hair and she is five feet one inch barely. As she loves dancing that is why she wants to be a classical Indian dancer and she loves makeup and books, quite an unusual combination though!! Archana is the best friend of Misti and for whom once she lied to her parents. Later she joined an event where she met with an accident and she lost her memory due to that or was she confused th

Meet Kristina Valdez She is an average and simple teenager. A little taller than usual standing 162 cm tall with her petite body weighing 48kg. She looks beautiful with her light brown eyes that perfectly matches the sun's warm tone. Having that sweet and awkward smile with her heart-shaped lips would make her everyone's girl crush but her beauty is unnoticed by most of the people because she rarely fix herself and she doesn't try to look good either. Kristina ties up her flowing brunette hair into a messy bun highlighting her rosy round cheeks. Kristina Valdez' POV

Dhruv's POV I got a bit tense if they would be professional enough? " Is there any problem?? " I asked Manyata. " Oh yes! Srishti I mean Mohit's wife... Oh! Actually, Mohit is my best friend and my partner. He is a famous dress designer and his wife Srusti is a singer she has gone for her recording and the lady who takes care of their triplets fell ill all of a sudden and Mohit told her to go home. We were handling the kids till now but they are getting very cranky now because Mohit is busy with his very prestigious presentation as there is a very high profile wedding. The clients are here and are very influential politically. Shristi has not come back yet and that caretaker has left. "

I'd be a liar if I say I've not been tempted to leave this shit of life behind, but except for my mom's investigation, a certain girl is holding me back. A certain fierce black hair girl with hazel eyes. Ashanti. I've never met a woman who is intriguing as her, she's different and a badass. There's just something about a woman that can handle her own that is so fucking beautiful. If I had my choice, I'd bend her over and eat her out, get on my knees and worship her cunt like the beauty she is. “We've got something information concerning the burnt warehouse” I spun around at the sound of my most trusted man's voice.

As she finished- he pulled out the holy book with mantras and recited some before saying- "Shriman Jigneshbhai Jayantilalbhai Vakharia haste Shrimati Dakshaben Jigneshbhai Vakharia ni suputri Myra Jigneshbhai Vakharia na Lagaan- Shiman Harishitbhai Bharatbhai Mehra haste Shrimati Amitaben Harishitbhai Mehra na suputra Zeeshant Harshitbhai Mehra sathe lakhvama aave che." He announced.

~Maya's POV~ I was sobbing in my hotel room, unsure what to do when Mishka called. Mishka is a friend of mine who is originally from India. She’s someone I’ve known for three years. Mishka never liked Teresa. Perhaps she was able to perceive things that I was unable to. In her spare time, she moonlights as a waitress. Me: Hello! Mishka: Oh my God, you are a difficult woman to reach! Where are you? There is a party being held at this hotel today for all the bigwigs, and we are down to one part-time employee. Please say yes.

“This is Natasha, my older sister.” Natasha Sharma, aka the Bitch of California, was infamous for her dating scandals with actors, sports people, and CEOs. I met her at a party a few months ago where she and Celine Alonso got into an ugly wrestle after a few exchanges of words, which cost Sharma a lot more money than they thought.

"Ms Kriti, ask John to send Ankit, Abhilasha and Surbhi to Delhi, they will be working with us. Also, ask them to recruit new ones as soon as possible" sitting on her chair in her office which, was same as Vihaan's but smaller in size, Shanaya informed Kriti. She was wearing Teal ankle-length pants and white shirt inside the teal blazer. Her hair was tied up in a high pony, her favourite Hermes watch on her right hand and white sneaker finishing the look.

Cassia proudly said. “Hello, dear! So you’re the one who organized everything. Nice to meet you, Sofia. I’m Larissa Quinto, Asher’s mother,” Larissa greeted warmly. “Sofia? You look familiar. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but do you work at a casino in Angeles?” Armando inquired. “Yes, sir,” Sofia replied tersely. The beautiful woman composed herself as she faced Armando Quinto, determined not to show any sign of nervousness. She refused to let him see her as weak in such a situation.

asked Michael while rubbing her paralyzed legs. "You're a crippled woman, Gwen, a crippled woman! Can't you see how pathetic you are right now? Don't you want to know what makes you like this? It's due to karma! Gwen, A Karma!" screamed Michael at the end of the sentence. Gwen, who heard this, could only shake her head weakly, and before she could say anything, Michael immediately preceded her. "Don't you find it strange? A beautiful Gwendoline Ferguson, the only daughter of a wealthy businessman, could suddenly get a serious illness after marrying me?