Neha Thakur Novels & Stories

Ivanka pointed to Zehra. “You’re South Indian?” Nora asked. Seema looked surprised. “No. I’m Seema Singh, North Indian.” “Singh? So you’re...” “Yea, I’m Sikh,” “Really? You look healthy to me,” Zehra said and Seema laughed. “I’m not sick, I’m Sikh,” Ivanka looked at her like she was bonkers and Seema rolled her eyes. “What’s your full name?” she asked Zehra. “Zehra Mahmood.”

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.

“Coincidences do happen.” Rizzi’s snort carries from the doorway, undercutting the soft music drifting from the mezzanine. Valentina shoots him a glare as Allegra, my cousin, laughs behind her hand. Nonna’s patience snaps. “Don’t play me for a fool, Zefiro. A pleasant coincidence, indeed.” She kisses her teeth, fingers trailing her diamond choker. “I’ve arranged a visit to Eugenia’s.” My skin tightens under my black shirt. The old fart made me uncomfortable, but she was notorious for her best selling lingerie and diamonds collections.

Naina was staring at Nicki, and noticed something was off about her today, but it seems she couldn't get a hold of that thing. " Wait Nicki while did you cover your hair" Naina frowned and silver laughed. " I tinted her hair pink so I guess she shy to remove her cap" silver said amidst laughter " Hey am not shy, am just not comfortable with tinting my hair" Nicki defended herself. " So remove it then" merrissa and Naina said at a time " Fine!! fine I would remove it" Nicki said and removed it, almost imeeimmedia merrissa and Naina shouted and all eyes turned to to them, and even the summers aren't left out.....

She stopped stirring, slowly dropping the bowl and dusting her hands on her apron. She bowed her head and wrung her wrist as she struggled to speak up. “What's going on here?” I cut in with a sharp tone, glaring at the maid on their knees. Lena had flour covered all over her bodies while the maids watched her like a spectacle when it was their job to work. They froze and trembled to speak up. “G… good… morning,” she spoke up, nervous and faint. “Is anyone going to answer my question?” I thundered.

“Casual, but presentable.” “Derrick!” I called after him as he turned and walked out without another word. The woman, unbothered by my outburst, offered a warm smile. Her straight black hair was pulled back into a simple bun, and her neatly pressed blouse and trousers suggested professionalism. Something about her mannerisms—the slight bow of her head, the reserved politeness—hinted that she wasn’t American. “Good morning, ma’am,” she said in lightly accented English. “I’m Neha. I’ll be assisting you during your stay here in India.”

Chantelle is working at the coffee shop, and she sees a customer enter. She's surprised to see that it's Delcan, the handsome, wealthy man she met the other night. She feels a little flustered, but she tries to act cool and collected. As Delcan walks up to the counter, he says, "Hello, I'd like to order a coffee, please." He smiles at Chantelle, and she feels her heart skip a beat. She's nervous, but she tries to play it cool. "Sure thing," she says, and she starts making his coffee. Chantelle hands Delcan his coffee, and as he takes it, their hands touch briefly. They both look up, a little surprised by the contact. There's an awkward moment of silence, and then Delcan says, "Thanks for the

My glance moved to saratha madam who is naresh mother when she introduced to me a middle aged woman, "Reka.. She is the one who cooked breakfast. Her name harshika. She is our chef." I smiled politely as the way to agree with saratha madam words. The middle aged woman reka smiled while looking at me and appreciated my cook, "Harshika.. The breakfast was outstanding. After a long time, I had fanastic and satisfying breakfast."

, Arjun thought and His expression was clear that Neil was bewildered to see him glaring at the glass of water. Neil nudged him to remind him to control his beast at the moment. After a long silent staring competition, Neil started the conversation with his introduction.. "Hi! I am Neil Khanna, Co CEO of K & K Corporation and he is my bestie. My brother and my business partner too. None other than India's most eligible bachelor and great business tycoon ARJUN KASHYAP", Neil spoke and At that moment Arjun mentally cursed Neil for this kind of awkward introduction.

Roop pulled Mohini, along with Cherry and Lisa as they left for the dance floor leaving a bewildered Tilak who remained fixed on this girl. "Werohini", Tilak approached her and she formally greeted him. Tilak's face fell but he never showed his face, "Thanks for coming to the party" Werohini, An interior designer who was winning the crown of the most famous and beautiful girl in India. Werohini nodded her head and marched directly to meet Mr. And Mrs. KAPOOR "Hey! Wait Werohini. I want to talk to you and it's important. So could you give me some time?", Tilak stopped her but she didn't even look at him and then again started to walk to meet his parents.