Nimra Ahmed Novels & Stories

"I am Xander Andrews. A straight A student. A web designer, I am extraordinarily creative and competitive. I hate stupid people, and people who think too highly of themselves." "What a show off." Someone said. "Aminat Akash, that is my name. I am a content writer. I speak five different languages. I am known as a genius, I don't lose, I was never brought up to lose out. I am a good swimmer." Ami said proudly. "Seems like Jemima has found a competitor." A guy with blonde hair said, I could see he was checking out Ami. "Shut up Jordan." The girl who called us rough and unkept said. Oh, I guess her name is Jemima.

We heard Nipuna saying while reaching near to us. “I have some special people to meet.” Saying this Aahil Bhai walked away while I stood awkwardly not knowing what to say to her. “I just can’t believe you three brothers.” She commented and walked the way Aahil Bhai left. What did I do? I thought, frowning and checked the mobile to see a missed call from Amrin. When I nearly rushed to the door, I saw Amrin posing with the calm before the media and walked inside herself. “Hey!” She said smiling with no nervousness in her features.

"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."

She deleted all of Derek’s contact information right before my eyes. “Just pretend I apologized, okay? I deleted everything. I never wanted to be with him. I was only playing around. We’re husband and wife. Look, I deleted everything…” For the first time, I saw fear in Jaime’s eyes. I did not know what she feared, but her attempts to make amends came too late. Even after I rejected her again and again, she refused to give up. She stayed in the village, sponsored poor students, and brought large amounts of medical equipment.

, Porishma asked as she had knowledge that Neil had someone special in his life but nobody knew who that special person was and what her name was except Arjun. Neil shook his head. "What's her name?", Porishma asked about his mysterious lady love. "AASHMAAN", Neil said and his heart constricted. "Beautiful name", Porishma smiled. "She is a beautiful person too", Neil said and his eyes shone brightly. "You have to go to Mumbai. Meetings are held there", Porishma said and sighed loudly. "What's wrong? Did Dave do something wrong again?", Neil asked her as he knew that Davis was making Porishma's life hell.

" she finished, stood up from the chair. Without blinking an eye, NISHMA NEIL KHANNA left the conference room and returned to her cabin. Devil - - Daitya - - Asura . . . Nishma was aware of all those names that were called behind her back but she didn't care about it. All she needed was to make sure she wouldn't make her father - 'Neil Khanna' and Uncle- 'Arjun Kashyap' down. "Madam! Here, the recent report about the market", Her assistant came with another assistant and placed the papers on the table.

"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

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.

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.

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,