Naina Singh Novels & Stories

The door opened and Naina walked in. She was lean and graceful, her long black hair, tipped with golden streaks, floated in waves till her midriff. Her sharp nose and mascara-coated lashes accentuated her allure and her tight blue top accentuated her firm body. ‘Hello ...’ She almost whispered. Her voice soft yet clear like a small silver bell. The inspector almost rose to offer her the chair. ‘Thank you, Miss Naina for coming in,’ the inspector smiled, something Rishabh and Arya saw for the very first time.

"What's going on, Nina, what is talking about?" I looked at Henry with tears as tears started dripping from my eyes. Olivia took a step forward, her voice filled with bitterness. "Your humble maid, Nins isn't who she says she is, she isn't the maid you think she is. She's been lying to you this whole time about her identity. Her real name is Nina Windsor. She's your wife, Henry." The room fell silent, with the weight of Olivia's words hanging in the air. Henry's face went pale, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "Is this true, Nina?"

Shanaya sees that Mahendra is sitting with an actress. "Who is she?" Shanaya questions her brother. "Oh, it is Nayantara. She is a famous actress on TV and also does some films. She is quite famous for her acting. She might get an award" Virat tells her. "Nayantara..." Shanaya murmurs the name. This is the exact name of Mahendra's ex-girlfriend.

The man kept on seeing her various pictures from her I*******m profile and zoomed many of them. After fifteen minutes, when he found for what he was searching, he went to DM option and typed a text. He hit the send button of the text, exact at twelve in the night, which read" Happy Birthday, Shanaya. ...................................................................... "Mr Singhania, my company is my territory. I won't sit doing nothing." speaking to Mr Singhania, a man in '50s and the owner of Singhania's company which was a renowned name in the field of the Fashion industry, Vihaan looked at him on the web camera.

"You must save the race of the Nagas and restore peace to our land." "But...But...I'm just a normal girl! I have no magic or power," I protested. "How could I do such a thing? Going to war? Save your Naga race? I think you must've gotten the wrong person!" "I have a better solution to this matter," the girl whose name was Tusita said. "How about you prove to us that you are worthy of being our savior?" "Excuse me?" I said with a frown.

I tapped Rita, waking her up and we both stood up. "This is Rita and Makaila." Nigel introduced us. "Wait, So this is the famous Makaila, Christian won't stop talking about." Mrs Hales smirked. "That's right."Nigel smiled at me and I smiled at Christian's parents. "It's a pleasure to meet...." I stretched my hand for a shake, only to be pulled in to a bone crushing hug by Mrs Hales. Not what I was expecting...

When grandma mention raghavan ex -lover, harshika begin to argue with herself about maya's name, “Oh, it means. Raghavan ex-lover name is maya. I already knew that he had an ex-girlfriend, but now only I got chance to know her name. Nice name !!. Yet, her name is not charming and elegant as my name, harshika.. Harshika. Harshika. Harshika. Harshika.” Harshika chanted her name over and over in her mind, to prove herself that her name is more charming than maya's. However, somehow harshika attention again turned to grandma when grandma whimpered as she was saying,

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

The woman was typing something on her computer, and Ava took the opportunity to study her. Because she looked a little older than most supernaturals, Ava couldn’t tell what she was or if she was supernatural at all. She didn’t have the pale skin the vampires did, so she ruled that out. She dressed elegantly, and her greying hair was in a professional bun on top of her head. The name badge on the desk said, ‘Mrs. Benton, Student Welfare Coordinator.’ Ava stood nervously in front of the desk, unsure if she was to just sit or be polite and wait for an invitation. With nothing in her hands now, she could only wring them together while waiting for Mrs. Benton’s attention.

Her brothers walked out and shut the door behind them, leaving her in her cold room, with her damp tears collapsing in on themselves and her loud sobs that she kept to herself. 🌹 The tailors measured dutifully, whispering to themselves. They’d secretly give her pitying looks as if knowing the fate before her, but she caught those looks. If they thought they were sly, then she was James Bond. But it wasn't just them, though, all the maids, the guards, so-called henchmen, they all gave her those pitying looks. “Anaya,” She jerked furiously and accidentally knocked the tailor down,