Nimra Ahmed Novels & Stories

" 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,

Zoya's POV "Who is she?" I couldn't take it anymore and whisper to Sahir. He looked at me startled. "Madonna..she is.." He paused as Nora came forward to me. "Hi. I'm Nora.. his ex-girlfriend!" Nora! The Actress Nora Aziz!! One of the top ten supermodels of Middle East country!!! and the shocking thing is, Sahir knows her, Wait... Did she just mention herself as his ex-girlfriend?

" We're fine Alhamdulillah" " Ma Sha Allah" " Faryah, the woman that tried to kill Aidah spoke up and her statement has been sent to those handling your case in LA" oh my Allah. Finally. " Oh my Allah Abbah. Are you serious?" I was delighted. I finally had a concrete lead to where Najmah was.

Waniya loudly called Abraham. Abraham came there and looked at both of them flabbergasted. Waniya studied in the same college but in a different department. She had brought Ahmed to meet Abraham. "You were asking me to apologize to your girlfriend. She has called me Bitch now. That equals us!" Completing her statement, she pulled on Ahmed's hand and went away. "She is Abraham's girlfriend?" She heard Ahmed asking Waniya. Waniya nodded her head. Then she turned back and found Minahil looking at them. She couldn't help but laugh at Abraham who was apologising to Minahil but she wasn't hearing any of it.

I immediately got off my seat faking a huge smile on my face and walked towards her stretching my hand. "Hello Mrs Ridhima Ahuja. It's a pleasure to meet you here." I said. She hesitantly took my hand but didn't make it obvious. "Hello....Naila right?" "Ah, you know me! How nice!" I said. How wouldn't you after all your failed attempts to get rid of me. But don't worry sweetheart, I'm not the one who'd be leaving.... or disappearing. "I have heard a lot of things about you, really a LOT of things." I emphasized.

"By the way, my name is Nazma. What's your name?" "Shamsiya."