Priyanka Maheswaran Novels & Stories

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

GIANNA The SUV is nicer than any car I've ever rode in. The driver, Carlos, opens my door at exactly 7 AM, and introduces himself with a handshake and a nod, then steps aside so the woman behind him can do the same. Very cordial and coordinated. Nice Her name is Priya Sharma. She's tall, built like someone who runs and fights and doesn't do either one for fun, and when she shakes my hand her grip tells me everything her job title doesn't.

Also I don’t want to get any sort of recognition and I like the mystery in it. Priya Patel directly imported from India even though sometimes I feel she was abandoned by aliens in a planet in space. She was as usual wearing a long top, a kurti in their language and a beautiful red bindi which made her olive skin glow, looking very classy with her new blue kajol that brought out her brown eyes. A black cardigan kept her from shivering. I looked completely opposite to her with a grey top and my navy green parka and long brown boots.

"One more thing let me tell you! I love her not because she is the daughter of a conglomerate. In my eyes she is still Ashita Agrawal, a kindergarten teacher from Gondia! I didn't know Zoya Bipasha Vijayalakshmi. Even though they are the same person!" "So you..." Praveen smirked. "I love that girl as Ashita Agrawal. I do not care about Zoya Bipasha! It may sound strange! But believe me, I am not eyeing her wealth nor taking any advantage from her! So don't try to stop me unless Ashita himself stops this relationship! Got it?" Praveen got up from his chair. He immediately left there. Anil can only be stunned without any effort trying to hold Praveen in his tracks.

“I’m interning under the best department in the firm. The department head Rebecca is just cool, she's super confident, ambitious and although bossy, that woman knows exactly how to run a company. Then there’s David, the manager. He's charming as hell, athletic, and… simply the guy who gets shit done. You know, keep it moving. But Priya… holy shit, Walker. Priya is something else.” Walker raised an eyebrow. “Priya? Who's this Priya girl, tell me about her.”

His agent never failed him before so he was relieved. He unlocked the screen and opened the message, his eyes scanning the information with sharp focus. “Priyanka Singh. Twenty-five years old. From Delhi. Close family friend of the Yashodas. Based on available information, her marriage is arranged with Ethan Yashoda....”he stopped reading. For a moment, there was no reaction. Then he laughed. A low, amused laugh that carried no real humor. “So that’s it…” His head tilted slightly, the smirk deepening as the pieces began to fall into place.

My thoughts clog by duplicate hari voice, "Hey..Sir is calling you" I walked inside the CEO office without understanding anything..As soon as I entered inside CEO office, I heard hari scornful voice.. "Mr.Hari Krishnan..Who told you to send a sweeper to my office..??" I looked at him who was sitting in MD seat..Hearing it, duplicate hari laughed and told derisively, "Sir..She is not a sweeper..Her name is leka and she came to meet you"

Priya turned to see that two persons were standing in the direction where Viren was looking. A woman of the same age as Priya. She was slim, possessing sharp features with a dusky complexion. She was wearing a peach-coloured short bodycon dress with little accessories and heavy make-up that made her look like a model from some fashion magazine. The man with her was tall, handsome with sharp traits and was not of Indian origin. He was in his casuals. A back colour jeans with polo neck red t-shirt.

Pari let out a frustrated sigh with her mother's pleadings. Pari Deshmukh, a 26 year old IIMS graduate working for Tech Mahindra Pune as business analyst for the last 3 years. Born and brought up in Pune as the only daughter of Ajay Deshmukh and Shilpa Deshmukh, she is her family's pride. When she cracked the entrance for IIMS, everyone in her family praised her, but as per her good-looking and dumb cousins, she was nothing but a looser who tries to cover her ugliness with academics.

', She thought. Preetha started at the angered Priya and wondered what made her so angry...but she was sure someone is gonna have a bad time. she knew how vicious Priya can be...from her knowledge, Priya has someone backing her...if not how could she achieve so many projects and become a director at such a young age. The secretary of Priya walked towards her. "Director today is the party gala for the internal companies of MEDIA SCORE. It is said that Boss will be attending with the new member of HOPE team.", The assistant of Priya spoke.