Nimra Ahmed Novels & Stories

Like I am the current CEO of Khurana groups, Alisha is the only daughter of famous diamantaire Mr Imran Qureshi. " You guys have heard about Varma......" When I tried to interrupt my friends stopped me. " Come on sid you can't support your wife when we are asking about her this is our rule " Alisha said and I raised my hands indicating I back off and they can do what they want. " Tell us about your family Nivedita..." Alisha asked again "There isn't much to say myself Nivedita Varma , younger daughter of Mr Sudheep Varma and only daughter of Nandini Jaiswal. " Nivi replied

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?”

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.”

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.

“That was the Council’s mistake. They believed in control over consensus. What we build now… we build from many voices.” The girl in gray stepped closer. “Then we start with names.” I blinked at her. She smiled faintly. “You don’t know mine. No one’s asked. Because I’m young. Because I don’t carry a title. But I was there when the second seal cracked. I felt it before most even believed it was real.” “What is your name?” I asked, soft. She held out her hand. “Nima.” I took it. “Welcome, Nima,” I said. “Will you sit in the circle with us?”

If looks could kill, they have obliterated her at that moment. "Hello." Amira cleared her throat. "My name is Amira Haddock and I'm from the Hunter's Organization." A hush of anger filled the room. "I know that doesn't sound right." She quickly went on. "Especially in this setting, but..." She lowered her gaze to the podium. "Things are different now. Things are changing." She shut her eyes and for an instance felt the familiar motherly and fatherly warmth of her parents beside her.

To ease the tension in the room, Musa smiled as he gestured at Nayyab. "She is Dr. Nayyab Rehman. She is a post-graduate doctor and very talented. Dr. Nayyab meets my cousin Hira Khan. She is a famous fashion designer and a very good person." Musa said as he looked at the way both women were looking at each other. Hira was unimpressed whereas Nayyab was flushed. "Aslamoalikum...." Nayyab greeted her with smile. "Musa come let's go to your office. Order a coffee for me. I am having a severe headache." She tugged again at his arm as she dragged him out of the room not before turning back and throwing a frosty glare at Nayyab.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

"Wedding invitation of Neel Oberoi and Sara Merchant." She went numb. "Manya. Tell me this is not true. Neel cannot do this to you. To us!" Niam Sehgal asked his daughter but she was too shocked to answer him. Niam moved forward and held his daughter's arms. "Manya!" He shook her hard. "Tell me this is not true!" She finally blinked. Emotions clogged her throat, tears wanted to come to her eyes but she didn't allow them to pool in her eyes. Manya Sehgal never cries. She hates women who cry over men. She hates weakness. She hates being weak.

Somia said while slapping his shoulder "And You are Aima"Haris said while pointing his both hands towards her Somia smacked her head and made a cute pout . " I AM NOT AIMA. I AM SOMIA AHMAD SIDDIQUE . DAUGHTER OF AHMAD SIDDIQUE .SISTER OF BURHAN SIDDIQUE. GRAND DAUGHTER OF AKRAM SIDDIQUE."Somia said in shouting tone and glaring at him He was looking at her feeling like a mental. He don't know what the hell is happening.