Rohan Mehra Novels & Stories

Lady Meera explained. "I knew it." King Sanjay exclaimed. ******* Punjab City: (Rohan's House) Rohan entered his secret room and smiled at the bags of money sitting on the floor in front of him, it hadn't been long when he came back from the hospital. He wouldn't have known such an amount of money existed if it weren't for the treasurer himself, the old man who had told him.

She told Afnaan and Afnaan joined her as they look at the three tall men disembarking out of Mashkur's BMW. They all look handsome in their white kaftaans and brown zannahbukar cap. Mehr drooled at the sight of the love of her life, forgetting about the problem at hand. "Stop drooling, eww!" Afnaan laughed at her best friend. "Whatever!" Mehr quickly composed herself before walking back to her bed and wait for the result, just like opening her jamb result online which she passed with flying colours. "Now, all we have to do is pray and wait for Paa's decision." Afnaan said like a priest.

I was hungry and as much as I would love to have breakfast right now, I can't afford to waste any more time. MATTHEW'S P.O.V I was grumpy and irritated. I'm Matthew Day for goodness sake! Americas #1 Sexy Billionaire and C.E.O of Lexon Corp. I shouldn't be taking a taxi to work! I know you're wondering why I don't have my driver, take me to work.

Unlike the crippled Sagara. Who doesn't know that Sagara, the CEO of Samudra Group, has experienced permanent leg paralysis after getting a car accident two months ago. Even though right now Sagara is the CEO of Samudra Group, in a few months he will definitely be replaced by his own older brother, Awan Bhumi Saputra when the next board of directors meeting is held. "I have to run away from this marriage." Viola determined herself. "I really don't want to have a disabled husband like Sagara."

"This is absolutely unbelievable. Do you even understand what you're doing? Rejecting me—Tanya Malhotra, who could have any man she wants—for someone who can't even speak? Someone who'll never be able to match you socially or intellectually?" "Enough!" .. TO BE CONTINUED DUUUUHHH ROHIT OR VIRAT 🤌🎀

Gentle waves lapped against the wooden stilts while a soft sea breeze drifted through the open-air bedroom. Amara Singh, a 26-year-old Indian-British tech heiress with smooth golden-brown skin, long silky black hair, and a lithe yet voluptuous figure, stood on the private deck in a sheer white bikini. The warm breeze pressed the fabric against her hardened nipples and the growing heat between her thighs. She had come for a private escape. She found something far more consuming. The villa door slid open. Rohan “Rage” Patel, the world-famous Black Indian cricket superstar and business mogul, stepped inside. Towering at 6’10” with a powerfully athletic build, his dark skin gleamed under the moo

he said this with a teary smile, deepening her smile. Soon after, Rohan began working part-time as a counter boy at a café during his free hours, hoping to earn some decent money. He kept it a secret from Saurabh and his family, knowing exactly how they'd react. When Saurabh eventually found out, he was angry at him. He scolded Rohan, urging him to focus on his studies and not throw away his future over short-term gains but Rohan was stubborn. His reasons ran deeper than money. After a long conversation, they reached a conclusion: Darpan Uncle would offer him a loan, and Rohan would repay it by working at his hospital during his free time. It wasn’t easy, but for Rohan, it was the only way t

After everyone entered the study the door was locked as they didn't want the house staff to listen to their discussion. "I want to talk to you all about the decision that I made for Sanjana. As Sanjana is going to complete her post-graduation very soon, I have fixed her wedding with Shimla's renowned Batra family. Mr K.N.Batra is a high court advocate and a very respected person of Shimla. His elder son Rohan Batra has done MBA in international business and is presently running his own textile business in Chandigarh. I met this family on my last month trip to the Shimla law council meeting ."

Ameera thought, and fear crept in. "Damn it. How can I meet him in this rage? Already my day is worst, in addition to that, What if he shouted at me? Ameera lost his treads and tripped when Maahir held her hand and pulled her. Ameera is startled and hit his well-built chest. Maahir is no less than Rudra in terms of the body, handling things, and intelligence. Maahir graduated from finance in one of the prestigious institutions and is handsome with charming features. Ameera blushed and covered her face with embarrassment, "I am sorry."