Priya Novel Novels & Stories

“But she insisted you come alone.” That evening, Ayesha visited Priya in prison. The older woman looked frailer than before, her once-imposing presence diminished by the months behind bars. “You came,” Priya said softly. “You said it was urgent,” Ayesha replied, taking a seat. “What is it?” Priya took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly. “There’s something I haven’t told you,” she began. “Something about Aditya.” Ayesha’s heart pounded. “What is it?”

Please be Priya. An unknown number. A text. STOP CHOOSING THE WRONG MEN.

“The storm is too thick. We’re barely keeping this ship afloat, Kiara. No matter how skilled our crew is, the exiles have more experience in these conditions. They are going to be upon us within the next few minutes and we don’t have the assistance of the other ships. They will board this ship and when they do, you can’t let them see you. They’re going to raid our stash and leave us to the storm. I promise you will be safe as long as you do as I say. Stay in your cabin and do not come out under any circumstances.” “I’m not leaving you to them.” I held his gaze firmly. “I know what I’m doing, Kiara, you don’t.” I bit my lip, not wanting to agree with him. I hated how desperately I wanted to d

Sorry if am disturbed you Priya," said Nithya. "disturbance and to me? who is saying this?" asked Priya after getting no reply, Priya looked on her face keenly, Nithya is trying to smile at maximum effort but it vanishes. Priya held Nithya's hand and dragged her to outside. After making themselves sit Priya asks,'whats wrong Nithya, did you cry?' "no, I didn't. you feel because I walk through the rain" "oh, is because of rain your face in red color," asked Priya

“Come on, beautiful. I have come here to show you the truth. You are so beautiful that any man would readily agree to marry you. Look at your fiance, he didn't even defend you. He is busy chatting with his friend and doesn't even bother to know about your whereabouts.``Priya felt bad hearing it. Instantly she composed herself and pulled her hand and went back. “Priya are you alright, if not then we can return.” She was feeling suffocated and her head was aching after crying so much. She readily agreed. “I will book a cab and go. You enjoy your time with Jen, I don't want to be a spoilsport ., After all, you both have met after so long. Moreover, I am used to going by cab.”, With that, she im

“Ethan, beta! You’re finally here!” Her voice hit him before he saw her. Warm, a little husky, the kind that always made him sit up straighter as a kid. Priya walked in from the hallway wiping her hands on a dish towel, wearing a simple maroon tank top and loose black shorts that stopped high on her thighs. Her dark hair was pulled up in a messy bun, a few strands sticking to her neck from the kitchen steam. At forty-two she still looked like she could turn heads without trying—full breasts straining against the thin fabric, wide hips that swayed naturally when she moved, smooth golden-brown skin that glowed even in the dim light.

Hazel went into the library and I followed and we sat down and Dr Anand's mother looked at us and the room settled into itself. Her name was Priya. She was seventy two and had the specific quality of a woman who had raised a daughter alone and had done it well and knew it. Not proud in a performed way. Just settled. The specific settledness of someone who had made the right decisions consistently and did not need to announce that. She looked at the package.

Dara’s room, the room Priya had cleared in forty minutes, the room with the peace lily’s pot on the windowsill and two bags still not fully unpacked and the particular smell of someone who had moved in recently and was starting to make a space theirs. Priya walked her to the bed and pushed her down onto it and stood over her and reached for her shirt buttons. Dara watched her undo them with dark eyes and let her push the shirt off. Priya unclasped her bra and drew it off and looked at her, at her breasts, her stomach, the particular reality of her after ten years of almost. “You’re looking at me,” Dara said. “You’re worth looking at,” Priya said.