Ravinder Kumar Novels & Stories

"Don't mess around, Mrs. Mahendra. I don't like that sweet mouth of yours complimenting other men. What is the lecturer's name, hmm?" "Sister Inder, I..." "Say, Honey" Amayra could feel Inder's breath hitting her face, plus Inder staring at her fiercely made Amayra get goosebumps scared. "I'm just kidding, Brother Inder. But really, the lecturer is very good at teaching," Amayra tweeted softly not daring to look at Inder. "What's his name?" asked Inder once again. The man was really curious. "Emmm ... Arvin Alexander" replied Amayra replied finally.

🩷 🍒 . The room stilled as the heavy voice echoed across the hall, halting the laughter and chatter. All eyes turned toward the entrance, where a tall man stood with a casual confidence that commanded attention. His sharp jawline, athletic frame, and effortless charm made heads turn, and the glint of a mischievous smile tugged at his lips. He was none other than Abhishek Singh Rathore— Avyaan’s younger brother, the pride of Indian cricket.

he murmured. “But you did,” Ravik replied bluntly. “And now she’s gone.” Alexandro shifted forward in his seat, rubbing his hands over his face, fingers lingering at his temples. “Your feelings for her are growing,” Ravik continued. “That’s obvious. Even to the lowest-ranked soldier in your court. You’ve been staring at the door every morning as if you expect her to come back, like a lovesick pup. You need to face what this is. At the very least, being friendly would’ve saved you both from drowning in silence.”

I asked, crossing my arms against my chest leaning my butt against the desk. “ Yes actually, there were a couple of hunters spotted a few miles from here. So tonight if we stay by the border we might be able to catch one. And the ‘king’ guy has gone into hiding, there hasn’t been any activity when it comes to him.” Hearing this wasn’t good nor bad news that I wanted to hear. We could catch one of these hunters but like she explained they are highly dangerous. On the other hand it will be really helpful, if we do we have to be very careful. And this alpha going into hiding sucks even more because that's makes it harder to know when he's next move is going to happen.

Heer Batra - Hayl Cain Kiya - Rebecca Vivaan Mannan - Viktor Raven Sahil Ronak - Samuel Mort Vansham - Benjamin Rehan - Nicholas Rudram - Hadeon Ansh- Drystan Veer - Noah

I still listed her as one of the suspects because there is no smoke without fire. Raj Kumar Verma Age-45 He is of Indian origin and a self-established man. The journey of this man is commendable. Do you know this guy used to run a tea stall before securing a safe position in Miller Industries? He is truly a deserving candidate for the chair and was promoted for the post of the second head of the Marketing Department about a year ago. His account is clean and has a small family with two little kids and a wife. He is your supporter, Lauren, and was influenced by your courage at such a young age.

Ahankara asked softly, turning her head to look at her. "Who's he? The man beside Maharaj," Neharika questioned, her voice lowered to a whisper. "Who?" Ahankara frowned, looking in his direction. "Oh he. That's Rajkumar Ranvijay Samrat. He's a childhood friend of Yashvir, Ananya and Kabir. He was too busy at the time of our wedding so he couldn't show up. Why are you asking?" "He's a Rajkumar?" Neharika asked softly, meeting his gaze again as she felt her heart sink.

he rushed to my office I did the unspeakable and hugged him. *Shivaansh* I expected all the things in world to happen but for to hug me. "Thank you"she whispered. "Your welcome"I said. "Errm"Someone cleared their throat,we both pulled away from each other Silvia cheeks turned bright red and kept avoiding my gaze. I turned as saw my idiotic friend Karan Luthra,Karan is famous cricket ball player in india. He's also an idol but to me his an idiot "What's up bro"he hugged me after winking at me. I turned to Silvia and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

I nodded, acknowledging his request, "Anything else, sir?" He snorted, settling himself behind his desk, "Yes, stop calling me sir or Mr. Astor. You've lasted as my assistant longer than anyone, bar Katie," his face soured at the mention of her name, lips curling into a snarl, "and you aren't doing any of the stuff she did to keep her job so you've impressed me. Might as well give you the privilege to call me Gunnar." I looked at him with a look of utter astonishment. Did he suddenly see the light inside the bathroom or maybe the ghost of Christmas future approached him?

Vivek said. I was startled by the fact that he knew me before and he secretly hid from me. " By the way, what was his profession? " Rithwik asked Vivek. " He runs a dance school and is a famous fashion photographer, RV," Vivek said. " What!!" I exclaimed. " That means he is the same Rishab Varma who always ran away from the media and publicity?" I asked with shock. " Yup. Tony used to take care of his dance school, " Vivek said.