Priyanka Maheswaran Novels & Stories

V. I heard the door open at the bottom of the stairs. I looked up from the file folder in my hands to see a girl walk up the stairs into Cain's office. She was of Indian descent with almond-colored skin and long, raven hair that was French-braided down her back. Her full figure was complemented by knee-length, beige-colored kurti and black leggings. I noticed the laptop she held in her left arm and I knew exactly why she was there. "I'm Priya Singh," she said, smiling brightly. "Jai said you needed some help doing something with a computer?"

She knows exactly what he meant. Calming her racing heart, she went out and went to the room where Siya was getting ready. Siya herself doesn't know why she is comfortable with them. Aroni was doing her hair. Her saree was elegant yet not heavy. Mrinal already put mehndi on her hands. Siya knew who exactly Mrinal is, a very famous and dedicated artist in India. Priyanka helped her wearing saree, she never knew how to wear them. Barsha took the jewelleries from Devika and Arti and started making her wear. Simple earrings, few bangles, a cute neckless and a pair of anklets – these were the only thigs she wore. And she adorned all of them on her body with delicacy.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

MARIA'S POV I'd say Old Grandpa was the only one who was genuinely happy to see me. The rest of the people at the party had just been there as a formality. I can't blame them, I would be mad too if I had received an invitation out of the blue. But maybe I shouldn't complain. This party was for me after all, was it not? Maria Rodriguez. My name. The name that sent shivers down men's spine in my world.

mahi : okay what else she said me : this one will shock you more mahi : don't kill me spit it out me : the one who stayed with us before the incident of these misunderstandings is not niha mahi : then who me : her twin sis nayani mahi : what the hell man me : iam also shocked but it's the truth she known all these so my aunt deeksha and her dad's business partner saketh tried to kill her mahi : what me : yeah they planned everything now also princess and niha doing as per their orders mahi : why niha didn't told anything to us me : don't know I think so someone spying us in our own home so she might be scared mahi : may be me : only these truths I came to know but still iam unable to know mo

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.

"You should know that before you walk out." "That's a lot of pressure for two PM on a Tuesday." "You've been ready for this for seven years." She squeezed my arm once. "Go." I walked out to a room that was already quiet and stayed quiet. I started with the woman. Her name was Priya, which I hadn't planned, but then decided was appropriate. Thirty-four, Nagpur, a tier two city in Maharashtra. She wanted the phone, the appliance, the product that the urban models said she'd buy at a certain income threshold. But the infrastructure wasn't there, and the models had been getting her wrong for a decade, marking her as outside the market window.

After taking food we all sat in one place. "So tell us about your fiance" one my colleague Sara asked. "His name is Karthik and he is the second heir of Malhotra group of industries" I said. "Wow" they said. "What about his looks?" they asked. "He is good" I said. Listening to this Priya and Kushi gave me "are you kidding me look". "Actually he is few inches taller than me, tanned skin, silky hair, cute dimples and attractive eyes" I said.

"Maya, it's Priya. From next door. I'm so sorry to knock so late, beta, but there is a sound…" Maya unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door. Mrs. Priya Patel stood in the hallway in a peacock-blue dressing gown, her silver-streaked hair in a long braid over one shoulder and her reading glasses pushed up on her head where she'd clearly forgotten them. She was sixty-three years old, five feet tall, and possessed of a personal dignity so complete and unshakeable that she managed to look entirely composed even at — Maya glanced at the clock on the hallway wall — two forty-seven in the morning.

“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.