Novel & Cerita Priya Rajvansh

his voice was high now and he banged his fist unto the table “Complete and total hypocrites, yet somehow, somehow, I’m the bad one” he let out a short and hollow laugh “Unbelievable” “You’re watching it again” a voice came from the armchair diagonal to him. Priya sat there with a laptop balanced on her knee, not looking up. Her full name was something nobody in this circle used. Priya wasn’t even her real name, matter of fact, she wasn’t even of Asian descent She had chosen it herself years ago, and worn it so consistently, even her parents now call her by the name

" A small laugh disappeared from my lips, she made a sweet face and eagerly asked all these questions like a little puppy. "I think you have Jordan blood. Usually only males can be the top leader in the herd. I know it seems unfair and archaic but the females have their own title and are only second after Jordan." I explained. "What is it?" Stanlay looked interested in the title she could have. "You will be my Puna." She tapped her chin with her index finger as if thinking about it.

PS: Please don't ask me if this is a true story or not as I want to keep it a secret. Take care. Love &Peace Raashi

Manohar Tyagi (Director General of Police) Letter End Aisha was now hell confused after reading this letter, her parents always told her that they are working as Social worker in India, that they were helping and NGO for development of under privilege children’s in ruler areas, but if her parents were social workers, then why would a DGP an highest Ranking officer will seek help from them?, What kind of service did her parents provided that they took retirement from? Also why a social worker will be associated to help Indian police against a Mafia King , that to the one of cruelest and meanest Mafia ‘Ravan’?. Many questions were playing like a roller coaster ride in Aisha mind, when her eyes

Dev rolled his eyes, casually following behind them. “Hey everyone, this is Priya, Dev’s fiancée. Priya, meet the family, Rhea and Meera,” she pointed at two teenage girls, identical twins who waved politely. “And this is Aarav,” she added, pointing to a young man who looked like he still attended university. He clapped his palms together with a polite nod. “And meet the head of the family, Vihaan Rajan,” she said, gesturing toward a middle-aged man in a sharp tailored suit.

I wonder what I should keep on my table, A bong or maybe a gun, so these bitches stay away from me. "You are Ethan, right?" I turn around and see a thin guy with an oversized shirt and oversized frame on his small face. I nod. "I am Raj, your department's head. The boss wants to be acquainted with the newbies. He has arranged a meeting where the freshers will personally meet him." He says in a monotonous tone. A personal meeting with the Hotty? I can see him within my radar like five feet close. Fuck yes! I nod again. The first thing I do on my computer is to look up for Ryan Damison on g****e. I see pictures of him in magazines, interviews, press conferences, and opening ceremonies. He is l

I entered the room with Rohan trailing behind me and was instantly greeted by a bald man and a girl which might be his assistant. " Its nice to see you Aryan after long time. I'm Raj Shekhawat, your father and I are long time friends, here, meet my daughter Riya. She is accompanying me for this meeting. She is working as an intern in my own company. " I nodded and took a seat across them. The meeting went smoothly Mr. Shekhat was indeed a very clever businessman no doubt why my father is very fond to having me sign a joint venture with him. He also invited me to his wedding anniversary which was in the last week of this month.

Rajiv decided to offer special prayer to god for saving his life. " Hello, neeraj sir, sir please come to Nainital, as boss ... I think .. he needs a psychiatrist badly ... as he is telling me to find a girl who plays the piano ."Rajiv was so scared that his voice was shaking badly. " What? ... come again ... repeat what you said ?... ranvijay is demanding what? " Neeraj shah the CEO of ruby jewels which is a famous diamond jewellery brand and the only friend to ranvijay was shocked to know that his saint-like friend is demanding a girl.

Grace was at the gate, sitting with coffee, watching the board, when the woman sat down beside her. She was in her mid-thirties. Well-dressed in the way of someone who had once paid close attention to how they presented themselves and had recently stopped having the energy for it. Dark hair pulled back. The quality of stillness about her that Grace recognised — not peace, the stillness of someone who had been afraid for long enough that stillness had become a default. She sat down and she said: "Ms. Hartwell. I'm sorry to approach you this way. My name is Priya Sharma."

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.