Nimra Ahmad Novels & Stories

Armaan bit out “You know her?” Janani asked, faking a confused face “No” Armaan bit out, refusing to acknowledge what he already knew. “No worries. I will introduce myself. Aaradhya Ahuja. Daughter of Dr Gagan Ahuja and Durga Ahuja” Aaradhya said The brothers sucked in a sharp breath, when their suspicion was confirmed “And I am here to meet my elder brothers and get to know them”

She narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?” I walked to the far corner of the study and opened the drawer of my desk. Inside, a box. Old. Locked. And untouched for years. Until now. I opened it slowly and pulled out an old photograph. A young woman, beautiful, soft-eyed, with that same raven-black hair and fire in her gaze. Lysandra looked over my shoulder. “Who is that?” I smiled coldly. “Her name was Marissa.”

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

Niyati Mehra A 24-year-old beautiful woman with 5'6" height, glowing skin tone, a pair of pink plump lips and innocent eyes. She is a very kind and soft-spoken woman. She looks too innocent and anyone's heart will melt just looking at her innocent face and beautiful smile. She is working as a personal assistant in a big company and earning well to bear her expenses along with her daughter's expenses. She is living a good life with her daughter and husband though she doesn't have any peace inside her heart. Ranvijay Mehra

She turned to the five and removed the cloak from her head so that the fake hair she was wearing could be exposed to everyone. “Police Lieutenant, Ameira Delos Reyes, a former member of the Investigation Team. Now, your new member.”

"Let's go,' Ahmad said, his voice laced with authority. We silently got out of the car and walked into the office, as soon as we walked in I realized where we were. It was the shop of the famous Abaya designer 'Sameerah Mahmoud' I was her biggest fan, and I followed her on all her socials. A smile appeared on my face as we walked through the walls I usually scrolled through on I*******m. Ahmad walked into the office like he owned the place, opening the doors as staff greeted him, I walked behind him marvelling at the beauty of her space. The office was beautiful, we walked into a large office. and I watched Ahmad sit. I stood beside a chair still looking around. '`sit" Ahmad said pointing at

“How can I get this excellent lunch?” Mr. Ahmed sat on the chair in a relaxed position, closing his eyes as if to recall something, “At the party that day, I met a very interesting girl. I couldn't believe there was a girl in the world who kept my eyes off her the first time I met her. She has chestnut brown hair, glittering brown eyes and plump lips. As soon as I saw her I thought-” He opened his eyes, looked at me, “-why in the world is such a beautiful angel. Her name is Lia. She told me that she was Ivor Mitchell's assistant, that was you.”

when my baby girl were killed in front of me. Shehryaar POV : its been the months and i'm finding them like a crazy person . don't know where are they . what if something happened to them . but if not . if saima was right . then .no shehyaar don't thin like this cant e happen. your anaya is pure and innocent. yeah she is innocent. but how she manages everything. who is helping her. "sir everything is under control now . we can get rid o them now ", adam my third in command said. "i'm coming ...", i said with an evil smirk .

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

Nima remained at the same spot until she heard the door being unlocked from the outside. "Did I disturb you?" Nima asked as she stood up to hug her friend, who had just arrived. She had short blonde hair that had been ironed flat with the tip resting on her shoulders. Round hazel eyes and thin pink lips. Her long lashes framed her hazel eyes so well, making her look like the most adorable existence. her facial exude cuteness, why her slim yet toned body exuded sexiness. Her slim figure embraced Nima in a hug before they crashed on the sofa together.