Nimra Ahmad Novels & Stories

I murmured. “Speak of the devil.” Detective baker frowned. I looked in the direction of where he was looking and saw a woman in a suit walking toward us. She had a friendly smile painted on her face, but I had a feeling we wouldn’t be the best of friends. “Detective Baker, long time no see,” she beamed. “I prefer it that way,” detective Baker grumbled. He still hadn’t returned her smile. So they must have some kind of history there. She looked at me. “You must be Marina Davis,” she said. “I am Special Agent Danna Halman. You can call me Danna or agent Danna.”

ohh mom, give us the picture of Bhabhi I want to see her - said Reyan excitedly. "Rey I've not even met her - I said glaring at him. "ohh Allah stop you bickering here take my phone her name is izzah Ahmed. And she is faishon designer by profession - said mom and gave her phone to reyan, As he saw that picture his eyes widened. What happened. "maa Isn't she looking old for ahad, I mean she will look like ahad's mother - said reyan still shocked. "reyan what are you saying izzah is so beautiful have you gone nuts - said mom giving are-you-mad look to reyan.

𝗔𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗮 𝗣𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿 Age - 24 Wedding planner and part time Photoshoot Model Composed and calm Kind and humble Very sanskari Only do photoshoot for good magazine pages. "Didi, I really enjoy being with you. I'll be far away from you after the wedding is over. Can I come to visit you sometime?" 𝗧𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗿𝗮 Age - 28 Yamini's dewar eldest daughter Very cunning and manipulative Obsessed with Dhruv

"Wedding invitation of Neel Oberoi and Sara Merchant." She went numb. "Manya. Tell me this is not true. Neel cannot do this to you. To us!" Niam Sehgal asked his daughter but she was too shocked to answer him. Niam moved forward and held his daughter's arms. "Manya!" He shook her hard. "Tell me this is not true!" She finally blinked. Emotions clogged her throat, tears wanted to come to her eyes but she didn't allow them to pool in her eyes. Manya Sehgal never cries. She hates women who cry over men. She hates weakness. She hates being weak.

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

Ariana asked in a disgusting wave of sound. Before, Mr or Mrs. Kapoor replied, Raima interrupted, "We are their Daughters." "She is Myra and I'm Raima," She introduced and Myra gave a forced smile to everyone. "Ohh, nice to meet you both of you," Ariana smiled at them. Her gaze occurred the attention of Myra. She was dressed in a simple Kurta and Leggings. No part of her body was exposed or to be seen, though she was looking like an angel. Her fair white skin, long dark brown hair with a golden shade, and green emerald eyes make her elegant and gorgeous.

"I am Xander Andrews. A straight A student. A web designer, I am extraordinarily creative and competitive. I hate stupid people, and people who think too highly of themselves." "What a show off." Someone said. "Aminat Akash, that is my name. I am a content writer. I speak five different languages. I am known as a genius, I don't lose, I was never brought up to lose out. I am a good swimmer." Ami said proudly. "Seems like Jemima has found a competitor." A guy with blonde hair said, I could see he was checking out Ami. "Shut up Jordan." The girl who called us rough and unkept said. Oh, I guess her name is Jemima.

Nazia's continuous rude behaviour with Dinesh made him so upset that he began to make more demands. Ria is now supposed to do the physiology homework's that Professor Shruti assigned them. Ria tried to hide everything from her roommate Nazia's vulture eyes but she was exposed. Nazia, who was the female class representative, was given the task to collect homework. She immediately recognized Ria's handwriting, though Dinesh submitted the papers along with his friend. Her vulture eyes looked at Dinesh furiously and before she could say anything further, he pelted across the benches quickly.

I didn't care to know but I did like it when she talked. "Her name is Hadiyah—but everyone calls her Haadi for nickname. She is Moalima's daughter. Her parents run the Madrasah. She is from Kashmir but lives in Gulf— Do you know Kashmir, Naveed?" Her voice clashed with my ears but I sufficed to respond with a Nop, popping the P.