Nara Narayana Novels & Stories

Mr Anay has retired from the business and gave his ruling chair to his son. and now he is a free man but still, he loves to spend his time in his company while Mrs Harini has fashion business on her name and she is well-known fashion clothing diva, her clothes have her name .... Harini clothes which is a well-known and popular branded clothes. Mitesh and Garima sati:- middle-aged couple, they are middle class, a humble lovely couple, down to the earth, positive thinking vibes containing, love their kids a lot. Parents of onveer and ekiya sati.

So why— But Nara only smiled, tightening her hold for one last lingering second—long enough to remind Alary exactly who was in control. Then, just as swiftly, she released her. Alary staggered back, gasping, her fingers flying to her throat. "You—" "You're welcome," Nara murmured, sipping her bourbon with a smirk. Alary swallowed hard. There was nothing she could say. Because Nara Mormont was too powerful. Too ruthless. And now, there was no turning back.

My name is Emma and I'm what they call a nerd. Not only that I have multiple nicknames like fathead, uglyface, the list is endless. Summer is finally over meaning it's back to school well for me more like I'm going to hell, you see I've always been bullied. It started of being an emotional thing but then they started bullying me physically, shoved me against the lockers, some girls actually slap me but I don't do anything I just walk away.

replied the man named Aathreya confidently. "Why are you so sure?" "Just a hunch." "What? So you're just relying on that useless blunt hunch." The fairy looked disappointed. "This time I'm sure, Kevin." "My name is Narine." "Really? Then who is Kevin?"

Navya said fumbling with her words imagining herself doing those tasks intolerable levels of hardship. Nandini give her a slight smirk and filled the online form from the laptop and navya had to accept as she knew nandini is born with Persistency as well as innocence so she will go not for herself but for nandini. After all she love nandini very much. ************** Mumbai:bandra They are royals & very rich.

Before we start the journey of our lead, let's meet the people that will give us some fun. Also, I'll be using (') to indicate thoughts. KANATHA TRION Kanatha is also known as Gulf Lewis. A 19-year-old beautiful young man. His hair is long and really beautiful for a man. There's a reason behind his long hair that we will find out soon. He was born a Trion but his identity was snatched away from him because of a bad past that caused him to lose his true family. Secrets about himself will soon be revealed.

Nick Khurana. He is one of the best businessmen of Bombay. He is 28 year old. He is running a top most architectural company in Bombay. He is just one number down position in money then Aarav. Yeah that ass ASR is richer than him. But I don't care. He is a monster. NK is coming to office for a big project. I still have no idea about it is. As I was thinking about it, Payal came to me “Kiyara Aarav sir has asked you to come to his office" she said and I sighed.

Anurak asked him. “Of course. About what?” Angelo asked, smiling. “Something, something.” There is something strange in Narae's smile that sends shivers to Angelo. “Nar,” Anurak laughed. “Calm down, S̄eụ̄x.” Tigress. “I am calm.” Narae let out a chuckle before she looked at Angelo. “So, warm-up?” Narae smiled. “What’s your work, Oppa?” Angelo straightened his back. “I’m a system analyst and I do have investments here and there. I mostly invest in Emy’s businesses.”

Finally, Tara got up and broke the silence," Punit, we have worked together for the past six years and Vihaan handles this business very well. Because of him, we have Jatin Kapoor and soon a few more like him. Just ask to apologise to Vihaan he will forgive us." Punit did not bother by her words his mind was stuck and he asked, "SUMIT, VIHAAN SURNAME IS BAJWA THEN WHY THERE IS MENTION NAIR SURNAME AND YUVI JUST THREATENED D'SILVA BY TAKING VIHAAN'S FAMILY NAME. WHO ARE THEY? WHO IS VIHAAN NAIR?"

I fell silent for a few moments, letting my mind run through several scenarios. “You need to stay alert,” Nara said, as if reading my thoughts, stepping closer and placing a firm hand on my arm. “Things can spiral out of control very quickly in the next few hours.” I turned to look at her, feeling a rare impulse toward sincerity. Nara was one of the few people who didn’t see me only as a symbol or a threat. She saw me as a woman—someone who bled on the inside. As a lover who longed for freedom.