Neha Thakur Novels & Stories

Subha_Kr10: When? Mahen_Vrma: Tonight. Subha_Kr10: I'm going tomorrow. Mahen_Vrma: Why? Subha_Kr10: Long story. I'll tell you later. Mahen_Vrma: No, tell me now. Subha_Kr10: In short, I love this guy and I guess he loves me too...sort of. He used to love this girl named Nehra and still goes on and on about her. I don't even know why he got together with me, but I guess I was hooked from the start. But now, I'm just tired and I'm going to talk to Nehra. She lives in Kolkata. I'm sure I can convince her.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to see through them myself?" I refused to answer him while he went on reading one invite address to another. I don't have time to attend any boring tea parties and witness women gossiping like immature girls. Unlike any other Luna, I take my position way seriously to match my Alpha's grounds. Although nobody usually demands me, it is of the will in me that somehow urges to be the lady I should be. The Luna of all Lunas and the lady of all ladies. With my current mindset that has somehow grown through the years, nothing matters more than the reputation I was placed. For I know for myself that I've bled to maintain and earn the respect I should have in this positio

My widened eyes were left unclosed. “Many people will soon recognize you, Nadia. And Zeehan, he won’t be spared if you are fished out by the media,” she added. I swallowed hard and inhaled. “Who are you?” I queried. “My name is Hema, Nadia. I remember you. You are the lady who posted videos about Siddharth Kaur a few years ago, right? It won’t take long before everyone recognizes you and bet you, it won’t be nice,” she stated. I rolled my eyes, confused about what to say. I

, Neha screamed and was enjoying the music but Tara gets frustrated by the loud music, an artificial mist that spread into the atmosphere, Tara started to coughing. Tara and Neha both are opposite and had the contrary life, where Tara was from a working-class family, struggling to achieve her dreams while Neha was a flawed daughter of a rich businessman, all her wishes and needs could be fulfilled in a pinch. Tara and Neha are very good friends despite being so different they are enclosed with each other.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

She said in a very cold and heavy tone. "Okey!" Saying that I speed up and give my full attention to my driving. I already suspected that Naina Kumari is Naina. First of all when I saw her on the day of the interview. I don't know why but I felt it was Naina Kumari. But Puneet says it's impossible. How can it be her? Naina is very highly educated and she's the gold medalist.

I made a puppy face with tears in my eyes because this trick always works for him. "It's all right, Shreya, try to get out of your comfort zone." He was my last hope, and if my savior isn't there to help me, no one can. I'm afraid I have to agree with them. Urghhhhhh. ————————- We arrived at Neha's house at 7:00 p.m.; it has been an hour, and Neha is still unsure what to wear. Ugh. She comes from a wealthy family and spends all of her money on herself. But she is down to earth and not conceited about her position. She is only doing the job to pass the time. Furthermore, because she has a boyfriend and only wants to marry him, this is a way for her to avoid marriage proposals.

She didn't see Naevia, and the way she smirked at her mockingly. and Nisha is a wonderful actress who never leaves any clue behind

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Neharika teased further. Ahankara grabbed hold of her lehenga, pulling it up slightly so it would be easier for her to walk. "Nervous?" She asked nodding, a scowl on her face. "Rajkumari Ahankara of Adibar, and nervous? And that too, due to a crush on that stupid Prince? Hah. Never!" Ahankara declared.