Nimra Ahmed Novel List Novels & Stories

The Presence of Nargis and Rashid Khan and their little son Ahmed gave the much needed emotional anchor for Damini and Reshma in their new home. Slowly, Reshma began to get accustomed to the new school and friends in Varanasi. Even though Reshma hadn't embraced Sanjay's presence in their lives, she wasn't hostile towards him either.

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.

She loves to listen to classical music, rock music, and kpop. Neha Tekwani Neha Tekwani is an Administrator turned Author. She made her debut with the Anthology, ‘Tales of Heart’ published by Damick Publications and is set to release her independent novel sometime in the future. Her mainstream genres include new adult fiction, realistic fiction, and contemporary romance. A thorough believer of unconditional love, she enlightens her readers with the importance of self-live and self-complacency. She is also a psychology loved, a 24/7 bibliophile who loves the smell of books, and considers N*****x as her first love. Sluggishly motivated, she often thinks her job is to be a hopeless romantic.

Female protagonists family. Izzah ahmed - A 25 year old, beautiful, bubbly, crazy, fun loving girl who lives her life to the fullest. She is a fashion designer by profession and works in a reputed company as head designer. She has three best friends and there gang is called I gang, she is a big foodie and loves to sleep. Affaq ahmed - he is izzah's father, really protective and proud father, he work in bank as a manager.

He walked up to the bar deliberately to irritate his mother. Feriha gradually walked towards the bar, sat on the chair near the counter, and placed an empty glass gesturing for her son to pour her too. “Let’s not underestimate my hold on the mansion, Amaan. I have my eyes and ears, and I will go straight to the point. Why did you lock Asmaira?” “Why do you care so much about her?” Amaan glared at the wall cabinet. “You might have forgotten, but Feriha Hashmi runs an NGO for assaulted women and will never stand any assault on them. Do you think I will let my sons do the same to their wives right under my nose?”

'Let me read you the next story,' she said eagerly. 'What's the title?' 'Charrey, the Parrot. I bet you will find it intriguing.' 'With all pleasure, go on,' Jerome encouraged. Anuri began evenly, her eyes alight with joy. “Back in history, in the land of Okirika, the riverine area of Nigeria, there lived a woman. She was tall, fair complexioned and very beautiful. Her name was Nima. Nima was a single woman so she lived all alone in her four-bedroom domicile.

Hello once again people i am here with my new book, if you haven't read my previous book , check it out and all the old books are completed., Second book - Greatest regret (it on soulmate) Third book- Rich jerk innocent bride.(it on billionaire man and poor girl setting) And this one on (Mafia) . enjoy

Nitra spoke, giving trousers to Vikram who made Vihaan lay on the couch to get him ready. “What are you giving Saira?” Vikram asked. “My favourite story book.” he said in one go without thinking. After some time while Vikram made Vihaan ready, while Nitra got ready in the room. “Babe are you ready?” Vikram asked, knocking on the door. “Yes, one minute.” Nitra spoke. Nitra got out wearing a saree which was enough for any man to drool over. Seeing her Vikram’s mouth got hung open. After hearing a chuckle from Nitra Vikram collected himself somehow controlling his hormones.

Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.

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.”