Niharika Singh Novels & Stories

Aaina Sanghvi : 23 years old, pretty, smart and gorgeous girl with well maintained figure. But spoiled because of wealth and love of her father. Gave final exam of MBA in USA. She wants to live the life with her own rules. She is the only one daughter of Varun Sanghvi and Kirti Sanghvi. Her family forced her into marriage with Harsh. Harsh Rawat :

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

Ankita's pov I came out of the washroom and looked towards the bed to see Elijah's side empty. Anah was sleeping peacefully with pillow walls around her. I walked towards the bed and kissed her lightly , looking like an angel in her sleep. I had already given birth . It is her little nap after her bath. Sighing,I walked towards the dressing table. Today is Puja day. I have worn a beautiful pink and orange lehenga with mirror work in it. I have adorned myself with a pearl jewellery set.

Lia asked, her tone laced with uncertainty. Maya: Lia, I am sorry, but he has already decided to cast Mishka Knight in the upcoming projects. He saw her at the fashion show and since that day, he is eager to cast her on the cover page. He even tried to contact her for the project that you left, but unfortunately, she was on her honeymoon at that time. But now, he is determined to take her as a leading model. “Mishka?? Are you serious? The project is beach-themed, will she wear a bikini or other revealing clothes, because I am sure, Indians are too conservative to do that, and what about Christian?? Will he allow her?” Lia ranted.

After we entertained all the customers, I heard a voice behind my back. “That guy is so handsome,” I saw Sierra, my packmate, who is two years older than me. She looks cute in her bob cut, light skin, and blue eyes. “Huh? Are you talking to me? Sierra, right?” Her eyes widened in shock. “Oh my goodness! I can’t believe that you know my name, Alpha King’s daughter!” I suddenly felt shy. “You don’t have to make it a big deal. I heard your name back then. Who are you talking about?”

My fiance was running down shirtless while trying to buckle his belt and right behind him, a lady in his shirt was walking down the stairs too. Holy fuck. “Maria?” His eyes widened and my mouth formed an iron 'o'. Wow. “Who is this?” The woman behind him cooed, looking at me with confusion. A stupid slut who had never heard the name. “My name…” I murmured as I removed the engagement ring on my finger. “Is Maria Rodriguez, bitch and bastard!” I threw the ring to the floor and walked out. I was so stupid. How could I not have seen it before? Was I really that oblivious to how he had behaved? God, I was so stupid.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

Niharika ****** I was very tired. All the events were enjoyable but tiring as well. I came out of the shower and found my phone ringing. I frowned looking at the unknown number still picked it up thinking it might be urgent. "Hello," I said after picking up the call but regretted the moment when I heard that annoying voice. "I heard this angelic voice after so long. I missed you." "Shivani." "So you remember me? I thought you would have forgotten me. By the way, it's Ms. Oberoi for you." I rolled my eyes at her attitude.

The uniform was neatly folded with a black barrette on it. Her name was carved on a gold medal on the breast pocket the uniform and it read "Anna Lu : 18th Head Chief Of The Barettes. Anna looked at her name with pride. She started off as a girl from a village who ended up on a wheel chair and now she was here. The 18th head cheif of the Eve's Barettes! She had amazing and unique women under her. She collected the uniform with trembling hands and she really couldn't hide her emotions anymore as her tears fell freely.

She asked as she sat beside me on the bench. I didn't even notice when they arrived at our department. But it was fine, I had no chances of winning. " Uhmm, Okay, Faryah, Faryah Mustapha" I answered finally and smiled at her. " Ohh that's nice, you're Arabian?" she asked. " Indo.." I shut myself up as a thought came across my mind. I was really Fauziyyah from Malaysia. " Malaysian" I answered and smiled at her. She had long red curly hair, with green eyes, with a thin nose and small lips that made her long chin fit her. She was beautiful. I don't really see the need of a beauty contest. " oh, I'm Natalie by the way" She replied and smiled wider. " Oh, are you in the contest too?" I asked and