Nimra Ahmad Novels & Stories

Hijabi Girl: “Ann, who’s there? Everything okay?” Ann: “Yeah, it’s my man.” We entered the sitting room. Hijabi Girl: “Oh, our man! Nice to meet you.” Me: “Nice to meet you, too.” Hijabi Girl: “Well, my name is Hamida. I’m Ann’s best friend.” She beat her chest proudly. Ann: “Baby, please act mature.” She laughed. Hamida: “Ann, leave me alone I wasn’t talking to you.” Me: (Amused by her energy) “Well, my name is Nathy.”

"Oh wait, that's Cinderella's mother. I can't remember what you told me." "Oh my goodness you silly woman," she groaned. "If you were here, I would wallop you so hard you'll forget your name." "Would you bear to inflict pain on your amazing sister in law and best friend?" Najmah queried thoughtfully. "Nah, I don't think so." "I am disconnecting the call right now," Hanifa glared at her, signing off. "There goes my trusted adviser," Najmah mumbled, staring at the blank screen of her laptop. She stared at the ceiling for a while, pondering over what to do. An idea came over her and she was up and about in the blink of an eye.

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Maria couldn't hide her excitement, this atmosphere was one she had always wanted to experience, and nothing could beat the joy she felt right now. "He- Good day, I'm Maria, Jackson's PA," she introduced herself with a polite smile and an outstretched arm. Her handshake was ignored but she got something even more amazing in return. Natasha pulled her into a big, warm hug and Maria almost died of affection that instant. She had just hugged Natasha Shaw, the all-time favorite American actress, she'd never wash this sweet smell off her body. "I'm a big fan of your work," Maria continued and watched Natasha's face lit up, "for a long time now," she included and it earned her a squeal from Natash

0 said and continue talking about things. Wow, this is Hilary's point of view when I am talking to her? Am I always this loud and I am telling a story? "Settle, please be sitted in your assigned seats." our professor said. She is Miss Ricafronte, she's our teacher in Calculus. She doesn't give high grades at all unless you gave her high scores on the quizzes, discussion, and assignments. So basically, what you give is what she encodes.

"Waalaikumsalam, finally, I've been waiting for you for about ten minutes. Where have you been?" She is Kahfa, my friend. "Have you met the son of Mr. Akbar?" I answered by nodding. "So? Any comments about him? Don't worry! You haven't talked to me in a long time." "Her name is Kania Putri Ramadhani, called Nia. Simple, but very beautiful, cheerful, and honest. If she doesn't like someone, she will reveal it, she is a brave woman, she is very pious, very perfect in my opinion."

Mahira had the bell boy following her, Harry watched her as she made her way towards the stage, unsure of what was going on in his mind “Mr. Goldwyn, Happy Birthday,” she smiled proudly and wished him “He he, what a pleasure to be wished by such a beauty, lady, may I know your name?” he asked with a sly smile “I’m Mahira Saha and I represent my firm, Jindal Corporation, I have a lovely present to pass on to you from Mr. Jindal,” so far so good, she breathed within a sigh of relief and patted her back mentally Strength is not in body but in mind, keep that mind strong and sharp,

Nina's POV: --- I could feel the stares of disbelief from everyone in the room, their expressions shifting between shock and humiliation. Alexas smug confidence had finally crumbled, her face paling as Mr. Donald, our host, made the announcement. With these pieces of evidence presented, I would like to officially recognize the lady standing beside Mr. Mark Santiago as the one and only Miss Nina McDonald. She is also known globally as Miss Miriam, the top chef in New York and a culinary icon. Lets give her the recognition she deserves!Mr. Donalds authoritative voice rang out across the hall.

She shrugged nonchalantly. Khadijah was about to object and dive into a long sermon about love when the door to Amirah's room opened and Na'eemah ran in and jumped on the bed hugging Amirah before giving Khadijah a peck. Na'eemah was ten years old, five years younger than her immediate elder sister- Fareedah.

Ansif said looking Simran straight on her eyes. Simran averted her eyes and went back to kitchen. She limped a little. Aliyah followed her. “I am not getting what is going in his mind! ” Aliyah said looking Manya. Manya sighed sadly . “who is Saba? ” Aliyah and Manya looked each other . Their reaction made Simran frown and it turned into a hard face after hearing Aliyah's answer. “she is Bhai's GIRLFRIEND ”