Nimra Ahmad Novels & Stories

Aadarsh said looking at Azad's photo and Siddarth face one after another. " Why should I look like him ? Who is he ? Whole India knows who is this Siddarth Singh Khurana but who knows this Azad Ahmed Khan? " Siddarth shouted back at Aadarsh " Nivedita knows Azad" Aadarsh replied with a chuckle. " Her name is Mrs Nivedita Siddarth Singh Khurana not anything else " Siddarth spatted back " You are right but inside her heart whose name is there ? " For that question silence was the only reply for Siddarth

"Abhimaan Kapoor," "Jessica Mehra," then it went all black. -+---------&-&-&----&----------+----&---&-&--------- Comment down your thoughts and make comments ❤

Leaving Abhay and Mia in shock. Simran Chaudhary.

Chief grabbed her arm harshly and literally dragged her inside the random room. Why is this girl tolerating this kind of treatment, it's so fucked up. I decided to ignore them and look for Anamika, where is she? I looked everywhere but couldn't find her, may be she haven't arrived yet. I stood by the corner while drinking fruit juice, i am used to this kind of lavish parties. Who is Raajnandini, how does chief knows her? I opened my I*******m and started searching for her. I finally found her account. She is fashion designer with millions of followers. Fuck, she is famous.

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.”

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.

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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.

"Minal are you in the lounge?" They both were lost in each other when Mrs. Nimra's voice make them come back to their senses. In a moment, Shah Zain distanced himself from her. "Minal, why aren't you answering?" "Yes Ammi, it's me. I came to drink water." On her calling the second time, she instantly answered her so she doesn't come here. She stared at Shah Zain who was looking at her with his mischievous eyes. "Ok, bring for me also."

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.