Nimra Ahmed Novels Novels & Stories

Hi lovely readers, This is me, Ajmiri Ali Nila the author of this book. Hope you enjoyed reading this book. For the simple mistakes, I am asking for your forgiveness as English is not my first language. I would like to hear from you so please don't forget to comment. Also, you can follow me on Good novel and also in In******m. my I***a id is ajmiri.ali Please check my other books in Goodnovel too. My new book His awaited mate will get regular updates from Feb.

( Hazel Solace , Damian Knight, Atlas Aiden. Whisper to me: Basically a desi book specially for Bangladeshi, Indian, and Pakistani readers. It's a deep love affectionate book along with desi twist can't wait to share it. A Bengali lady and two Pakistani men. It's a mix! ( Mehnoor khan, Hamza Osmani, Ayaan Ahmed ) Don't forget to give feedback . I hope you all loved the ending of sinful obsession. Have a great day pookies. 🎀💗

(Follow content may be disturbing for some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. Rape, depression and abuse warning.) Naila's POV, I stood outside the gate of Ahuja mansion. It wasn't as big as Alam mansion but still quite huge. My hands were shaking as I pressed the bell. A security guard opened the gate. "Yes?" "Is Mr Ahuja home. I'm here to see him." I said. He observed me from head to toe. "Sorry madam, Sir doesn't like to meet anyone. I'll have to ask you to leave." He said.

While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels. I also write there, and if you're fan of romance, adventure, African fiction, etc, you'll find them there! I'd really really appreciate if you could check my books out. Thanks in advance. 1. BABY'S DADDY (pregnancy-romance) 2 HER DILEMMA (erotica) 3. ALACRIMIA (General fiction) 4. ON AIR (pregnancy-romance)

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.

He had been so hard on himself that he pushed everyone away but now, seeing the two of them together gave her hope; Najmah was slowly bringing back her son to life. {••} Najmah had showered and changed into a red fit and flare dress, wrapped a veil in a turban style before strolling towards the library. Pushing the door open, she went in, walking towards the books and picked the first book that caught her eye; “The Devil Wears Prada” by Lauren Weisberger. She sank into the beanbag chair, getting completely immersed in the story. When she was done reading, she returned the book back where she took it then proceeded to look for another book to read.

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.

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.”

David chuckled and went out of the room. Wunmi sat in her hotel room, reading one of the novels she got from a book store nearby. She took her phone and replied some messages on her chats and dropped the phone. She was still reading when she heard a noise from a part of the hotel, like a man was shouting at someone to open a door. She shrugged and faced her book. Not long, She heard a bang at the window. A little afraid, she stood up and carried a flower vase and stood beside the window. The window opened and a man jumped inside the room putting on only boxers.