Nimra Ahmad Novels & Stories

Breathe, Emma, just breathe. “Ms. Livingston? That name is so familiar to me. I meet so many people; I bet I’ve heard your name at a prayer service somewhere. Please, your urgent matter should be shared sitting down in my tent. Come and we’ll talk,” Namirha coaxed politely. If he knew who she was, he didn’t let on. But Emma wasn’t foolish enough not to suspect he’d known exactly who she was. He offered her a chair and his robed helper eased him into a chair at his desk. He dismissed him and turned his attention to her. “So, let’s hear about this urgent matter, Ms. Livingston. I must say you’ve got me intrigued.”

I looked wearily at him, not sure if i was to believe his answer. "Well then, what's this stylist going to do?" He pinched the bridge of his nose frustratingly, tired of my unending slew of questions. "You'll find out soon, okay? Now can you read it out?" He pleaded, looking a little more desperate than he should be. I sighed, and muttered an okay. "Ahmed Nurain, born off the family of Oman and Sidi Nurain, lost his mom when he was seven years old. Attended the prestigious BASE institution and graduated with a 4.0 CGPA.. do i have to read all these boring stuff out? I queried, cutting off the reading.

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

Myra decided to change her clothes before joining the lunch. After taking shower she looked at herself in the mirror. A 22 year old girl's reflection got reflected. A girl with 5 feet 11 inch height, ocean blue eyes, golden brown hair, perfect jawline and slim but masculine figure. People used to tell her that she is the mini version of Minerva. Myra sometimes thought in her mind, she really has very few features from her father Rana Pratap. Maybe only a bit of face cutting she has got. She wore a half sleeve t-shirt, with a black skinny jeans.

"larib khan daughter of jahinger khan do you accept zayn xavier albert thomson your lawfully husband " zayn she looked towards him for the first time she came here he was muslim? she was thinking on his name but someone cleared their throat and she came out of her thougts the mullana asked again and this time he mentioned the haq maher which was. 1 cror . they all were wating "do you accept it beti " she was asked again. . "no i don,t "she told them everyone was talking xavier was beyound angry he was going to stand up but she continued. .

"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

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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.”

"Yes sir, would you like a cup of tea as you wait? “ He did not respond. She bowed again and got out of the office. She could not believe what she had done, she had just rejected the member of the most influential man. Worst of all, she was to call one of his most recent and long stayed lovers. One thing was for sure, she was an inch closer to losing her job. Five minutes had not ended when she was called to receive the youngest daughter of the Sang family. She wore a revealing red dress and black stilettos. Her long dark hair swayed smoothly with every step she took. Qiao Mo put on a smiling face and guided her to the president’s office. She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went