Reena Sharma の小説・ストーリー

Shanaya is writing down the name of every orphanage in their area, while she is doing this she suddenly gets disturbed. "What's the matter Sneha?" Shanaya questions her assistant aka secretary Sneha. Even though Shanaya is doing nothing, she still gets a secretary. Thinking about Sneha, Shanaya remembers that she doesn't have any opinion about Sneha. Sneha is a very practical person, she works for Shanaya as a professional, and never tries to cross the limit. She even tries to stop Shanaya from being muddle-headed, it just, in the end, Shanaya is too stubborn that she doesn't take good advice.

Chief grabbed her arm harshly and literally dragged her inside the random room. Why is this girl tolerating this kind of treatment, it's so fucked up. I decided to ignore them and look for Anamika, where is she? I looked everywhere but couldn't find her, may be she haven't arrived yet. I stood by the corner while drinking fruit juice, i am used to this kind of lavish parties. Who is Raajnandini, how does chief knows her? I opened my I*******m and started searching for her. I finally found her account. She is fashion designer with millions of followers. Fuck, she is famous.

" I'm sure Sierra would love to hear about the incident this morning, she loves hearing stories about males, hot ones in particular. Rina, our editor-in-chief, looked so sharp as always. She looks like a typical career woman physically I must say but she has a brilliant mind, she has been my mentor from the beginning. "Please welcome Mr Reid Alonzo Manhannah" Rina loudly said, showing her good smile. Everyone's eyes started to look for the man standing in front of us owning that said name.

I was also curious, listening even though I was facing the opposite direction of their presence. "Let me remember first, Sir." A pause carved out silence between us until Satya continued speaking. "Rena is quite active in online media, sort of gets paid for showing off her assets. She's smart." I didn't agree with the word 'smart' being thrown in there. How is it different from a stripper who performs live? Rena did tell me about her exhibitionist habit of enjoying being noticed while exposing intimate parts and getting satisfaction from it. Money is a plus for her.

But she had done nothing to earn it. Unlike Ravina. Ravina had never cared about power. She had never needed to prove herself through manipulation or empty words. She had been a warrior, a protector, a leader in her own right. And I had thrown her away for this. My hands clenched into fists under the table. I was a fool. I turned back to the elders. “The mating ceremony is postponed.” A heavy silence fell over the room. Amira sprang up from her chair. "You can't do this!" She was shrill, frantic. "Do you know how this is going to make me look?"

I also covered my nuptial chain with the top. Oops! Sorry. I haven't introduced myself. I'm Naina Khanna, age twenty-four, studying masters in Chemistry. I came here leaving all my family members. I miss my family so much. I'll tell you a secret guys. I'm married. Being a billionaire's wife I want to be down-to-earth and not a rich spoilt brat. I'm living in a flat with my friend Rithu. Rithu Aka Rithika. Just Rithika.

He needed all the energy possible for training the next afternoon: he was determined to beat Simon Yates into the goddamn ground. **** The next morning, Reena was in the kitchen making coffee when she heard a noise behind her. She turned, and was startled to see a dark-haired woman standing there wearing one of Mitch’s t-shirts. She was tall and slim, with amazing dark eyes and full lips. She looked like a flamenco dancer, and Reena imagined painting her with her arm arching over her head, her curved hip jutting out, a red flower in that flowing dark hair. “Oh,” Reena said. “Good morning.”

To ease the tension in the room, Musa smiled as he gestured at Nayyab. "She is Dr. Nayyab Rehman. She is a post-graduate doctor and very talented. Dr. Nayyab meets my cousin Hira Khan. She is a famous fashion designer and a very good person." Musa said as he looked at the way both women were looking at each other. Hira was unimpressed whereas Nayyab was flushed. "Aslamoalikum...." Nayyab greeted her with smile. "Musa come let's go to your office. Order a coffee for me. I am having a severe headache." She tugged again at his arm as she dragged him out of the room not before turning back and throwing a frosty glare at Nayyab.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.