Namal By Nimra Ahmed Novels & Stories

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

Nima remained at the same spot until she heard the door being unlocked from the outside. "Did I disturb you?" Nima asked as she stood up to hug her friend, who had just arrived. She had short blonde hair that had been ironed flat with the tip resting on her shoulders. Round hazel eyes and thin pink lips. Her long lashes framed her hazel eyes so well, making her look like the most adorable existence. her facial exude cuteness, why her slim yet toned body exuded sexiness. Her slim figure embraced Nima in a hug before they crashed on the sofa together.

" she finished, stood up from the chair. Without blinking an eye, NISHMA NEIL KHANNA left the conference room and returned to her cabin. Devil - - Daitya - - Asura . . . Nishma was aware of all those names that were called behind her back but she didn't care about it. All she needed was to make sure she wouldn't make her father - 'Neil Khanna' and Uncle- 'Arjun Kashyap' down. "Madam! Here, the recent report about the market", Her assistant came with another assistant and placed the papers on the table.

"Wedding invitation of Neel Oberoi and Sara Merchant." She went numb. "Manya. Tell me this is not true. Neel cannot do this to you. To us!" Niam Sehgal asked his daughter but she was too shocked to answer him. Niam moved forward and held his daughter's arms. "Manya!" He shook her hard. "Tell me this is not true!" She finally blinked. Emotions clogged her throat, tears wanted to come to her eyes but she didn't allow them to pool in her eyes. Manya Sehgal never cries. She hates women who cry over men. She hates weakness. She hates being weak.

, Porishma asked as she had knowledge that Neil had someone special in his life but nobody knew who that special person was and what her name was except Arjun. Neil shook his head. "What's her name?", Porishma asked about his mysterious lady love. "AASHMAAN", Neil said and his heart constricted. "Beautiful name", Porishma smiled. "She is a beautiful person too", Neil said and his eyes shone brightly. "You have to go to Mumbai. Meetings are held there", Porishma said and sighed loudly. "What's wrong? Did Dave do something wrong again?", Neil asked her as he knew that Davis was making Porishma's life hell.

"I am Xander Andrews. A straight A student. A web designer, I am extraordinarily creative and competitive. I hate stupid people, and people who think too highly of themselves." "What a show off." Someone said. "Aminat Akash, that is my name. I am a content writer. I speak five different languages. I am known as a genius, I don't lose, I was never brought up to lose out. I am a good swimmer." Ami said proudly. "Seems like Jemima has found a competitor." A guy with blonde hair said, I could see he was checking out Ami. "Shut up Jordan." The girl who called us rough and unkept said. Oh, I guess her name is Jemima.

"Yes. Her name is Anjali. My name is Ramla Sen. I study in college. I went to a gentleman's tea garden. I came this morning. Later in the evening I realised that the man is not a gentleman at all. So I was going back. The car broke down on the way. Tonight brother is here. I will stay. Don't you mind? By now Anjali said, "No, no. That's enough. "Don't worry about me. There are mosquitoes. Amarnath said, "Yes. It won't be a problem to tie a mosquito net." Anjali looked at her husband again and said, "You are a bit Rest. I'm coming. It's late at night in the tea garden. Anjali crossed the two almost sleeping houses and came to the inner door and knocked on Manorama's door softly but quickly,

I'm so grateful to own my hand again as I massage my sore wrist and numb hand and the blood returns coursing through my veins. "I'm Namir. One of the Sires of the King's Court. What's your name?" He stares at me, not with disdain but with admiration and wonder. His eyes trail up my bruised and battered body then lingers on my face. I don't even want to know how I look to him. "Isla," I croak. I can't hold his gaze, I feel so dirty in his presence. "One of the slaves from Kintil I presume," he says. His voice doesn't hold the usual disdain or sneer when he says 'slave'.

"An ordinary woman and an assistant in fruit shop." "What's her name?" "Call..." Amirah was still a little nervous, she gritted her teeth and said, "Her name is Romina, as long as you guys dare to do anything, I can give you two million first. Once everything is settled, I can give you the rest." "Fine, I'll give you the account. Remit it by three in the afternoon. I'll give you the results three days later." "Faster. I want the results by tomorrow afternoon." Amirah was afraid that the police would find Romina.

the girl said, and she stepped back enough for me to see her. She was a similar size to me, but more petite, a little less muscular. Her skin tone was dark, the same as Mustapha’s, and she had braided hair, which she wore pulled up on her head into a high ponytail. Her face was sweet: she looked young and excited, with wide brown eyes and a big smile. “Hi,” I grinned; her joy was infectious. “It’s nice to meet you.” “And you! Sammy has been waiting to find you, like, forever. Moping around the pack house, giving these big doe eyes at us all the time. Oh! I’m Nami, by the way,” she added, with a loud and abrupt laugh.