Namal By Nimra Ahmed Novels & Stories

"As much as I know, her mother is a powerful woman so she must be like her mother... Don't worry, she will be fine..." She assured. Damon looked at her impressed. "How do you know about them?" Mira chuckled. "She is Indian and I was always fascinated by her... Anamika is a power, I have read her articles and interviews... She is so smart, powerful and still down to earth... I have heard that she turns the empires of her enemies into dust just with the snap of her fingers... I want to become like her." "No, don't say that!" Damon warned when he saw the adoration in her eyes.

said Oma Rini, again. "Oh yeah, by the way what's your name, Pretty?" Mrs. Anisa asked. "My name is Mitha Alena. Usually called Mitha, Mami, Oma," she answered politely. "A beautiful name, as beautiful as the person," praised Oma Rini. "Thank you, Oma," she replied, still nervous. "Mitha? Can you sit down?" asked, Mami Anisa. Then Mitha tried to sit down, but her body felt very weak.

“You heard me. I know who you are. You can decieve everyone but not me.” Amaria cocked her head, feigning confusion. “No. My name is Urmi.” “You’re Amaria.” Amaria’s smile faltered just slightly, then curved into something sinister. “Nymeria…” She touched her lips as though she had let the name slip carelessly. “Oops.” She waved a hand dismissively. “I have nothing to discuss with you. You should leave.” But when she turned, Nymeria’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist.

I said "it's ok iam the one who is careless it's not your mistake at the same time iam okay" ash ran near me and asked "honey are you alright" I nodded my head that girl said "nice name honey" I smiled she said "iam niha niharika" I said "nice name niha" she is such a sweet person she asked "are you new here" I said "yeah" she said "iam also staying here only I think we can meet again" i said okay she went back we both returned to home

My brother asked as he looked through the many nail polishes I had that were stacked in my little makeup box "I think Sammy said twenty six" "And what's her name?" "Nirmala is her name and I think her mother is Savita ,her father is Uday and the brother is Kunj" That's what they said their names were when Sammy introduced them to Danelle's family earlier today. Everyone was so thrilled to meet them and I was too really but for some reason , I couldn't help it but feel like there was something weird about them ,all four of them. I wouldn't say what exactly but something was definitely dodgy about them. Or maybe I was just being paranoid or something. Yeah , maybe that was it.

The other woman, almost the same height, had long, sleek black hair and a reserved posture, observing silently. “Hi, sorry to bother you,” the first woman said, still smiling. “I’m Anneliese, and this is my friend Pietra. We’re looking for a gift for a baby and, well, we noticed you’re pregnant... Would you mind helping us with an opinion?”

He shortly turned and disappeared through the darkness of the night. “He’s demented, isn’t he?” Nemiah pondered as she blankly watched in the direction where Amaris disappeared. “But I find him amusing,” she added with a smile. Namir was irritated as he could see that Nemiah was starting to become comfortable with the beast. Nemiah noticed Namir’s sharp gaze at her so she turned to him and rubbed his neck playfully. “I was just kidding,” she chuckled. “But I’m already freezing though.” She murmured as she felt her body quiver.

says Mr Rushdie raising a toast with the glass of champagne served a while ago, and looking into each one of us through his seemingly drowsy bespectacled eyes. “Thank you Sir. It’s a privilege to share the same table as yours,” responds Tharsan, while the rest of us nod our heads in agreement and smile. “So, what’s your name, mate?” comes the next one from the master of magic-realism. “I…me…Sir, my name is Neelim. Neelim Bhattacharya. I’m from Assam, India, Sir,” it isn’t just an ice-breaker, it is a dream-crasher! I am just about happy to be a part of the wonderful congregation. Am I required to talk, while still in my most cherished dream, whizzes past my mind, and now turning a bit restle

Hall was decorated beautifully food was there and Ibrahim family alone with some relatives was there than she sees her mother and sister she goes towards them and hugged her mother..... Aisha doesn't hugged her back..... Than she sees Ibrahim came he was looking handsome and wearing sherwani..... Adeel looks at his son and crys little bit..... Than farha says we should start the nikha.... They all settle down and qazi start the nikha..... With rps of 50 crores do you

It was massive enough even for a magic-user to cast a spell. She was calm while silently observing her opponents, who appeared to be a group of delinquent elves. They were four males with weapons at hand. Malaika assumed their age difference was close. The energetic female voice reverberated through the arena. “This is a group battle, but we have a lone warrior here. Please welcome Alfreda Herfst from the Northern Axum!” The crowd cheered, and the female voice continued, “She will battle with the Vero Warriors from Eastern Axum. Are you ready to fight?”