Nisha Mehra Novels & Stories

I also covered my nuptial chain with the top. Oops! Sorry. I haven't introduced myself. I'm Naina Khanna, age twenty-four, studying masters in Chemistry. I came here leaving all my family members. I miss my family so much. I'll tell you a secret guys. I'm married. Being a billionaire's wife I want to be down-to-earth and not a rich spoilt brat. I'm living in a flat with my friend Rithu. Rithu Aka Rithika. Just Rithika.

Has Retired 4 years ago and now manages the work of share market in the companies his son owns. Has CAD ( Coronary artery disease ) and suffered from a cardiac arrest when Zeeshant was 16 years old. This is where Zeeshant's struggle begin. But no doubt Mr.Mehra has been a great father to Zeeshant and has treated Nishant just like his own son. Has limited amount of relatives that he is in contact with due to his wedding. ____________________________________ Amita Harshit Mehra Zeeshant's mother, Nishant's aunty and Mr.Mehra's dear wife.

She appeared too beautiful and young for that grumpy fellow. "Hello, Ms. Niharika Sehgal, I am Niyati Verma", she said introducing herself lending forward her hand for a handshake. I shook my hands with her and we both took our seats. I managed to say a meek hello to her. "So, why have you called me up here? You should be working over improvising your product-lines rather than wasting time in compromising. I am here to tell you that we will see each other in the court." I was taken aback at her tone. I wondered if she talked to me as if I was seriously a culprit. She was indeed, a good actor. I was filled with anger and disgust towards her behavior.

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,

"Abhimaan Kapoor," "Jessica Mehra," then it went all black. -+---------&-&-&----&----------+----&---&-&--------- Comment down your thoughts and make comments ❤

Raghavan who came out of his study room to leave the house to attend an important meeting, he crossed the meera room and heard the argument between harshika and meera. Hearing harshika affirm statement to Meera that she has come to his home to work as a chef, raghavan felt fresh pain in his heart. Again her words reminded him, his place in her life and made him realize that she considered it a shame to tell others that she was his wife.

Bharti said but Mayra walked back towards her and hugged her. “It’s lovely maa, but I will drive it when I know I am worth driving it…” Mayra said and Bharti smiled. She knew it is a lot to take in but seeing her daughter talking like a grown-up with dignity. She didn’t insist it further and they walked into the villa. ****** So Mayra is actually Mayra Sinha. Who knew Mayra would actually be a billionaire? Imagine Sania's face knowing that :P And don't forget to comment ;)

“This is Natasha, my older sister.” Natasha Sharma, aka the Bitch of California, was infamous for her dating scandals with actors, sports people, and CEOs. I met her at a party a few months ago where she and Celine Alonso got into an ugly wrestle after a few exchanges of words, which cost Sharma a lot more money than they thought.

Keya whirled and smiled. "Boss ordered us..." "I know he would do something like that," Keya pursed her lips in a delicate leaf. Nisha corrected her makeup and hid the bruises with the makeup. "Anyone will tell me, what specifically occurred?" Axita was puzzled. Once, Nisha exited the room, Sayema recited the whole story happened a few minutes ago. "Ohh, I'm sorry. She is a daughter of brother's mafia world. Bhai dated her, but..." Axita halted.

It was Nisha, that girl who was going to my university and talking to Davis's girlfriend: Loren. More than once I had met her there but I have never spoken to her. It seemed to me that she was a bit antisocial. Nisha came a little disoriented, looking both ways as if looking for something. As she got closer I noticed that her clothes were dirty and a little torn. What had happened to her? It looked like she had had some kind of accident. Deep down I was worried, I admit it. I approached her at a brisk pace.