Salim Anarkali Novels & Stories

she wanted to show to srinithi and viola so agreed he shared it to her then he understood it's a girl he asked "are you a girl" salomi nodded her head and removed teddy head dhiren seen a cute girl he said "I thought you're a boy" salomi said "nahh I'm a girl" he said "yeah cute girl im dhiren" salomi said "I'm salomi aka sals" he smiled finally when lift stopped salomi went and changed her dress to uniform she sent pictures to viola and srinithi

He just tossed the sweet into his mouth and sat. Roman sighed. “She’ll come around.” “Yeah, I know.” ********** The house was quieter now. Salima sat before the mirror as Nandini fastened the delicate gold nose ring curving gently along her cheek. Her saree was deep crimson lace with subtle gold embroidery. Her hair was braided and woven with jasmine strands. Lakshmi stood behind them, holding the final string of flowers. Salima’s reflection shimmered slightly with unshed tears. “Am I foolish?” she asked softly.

Zoya tried her best not to flinch as she zipped the red Anarkali; her back was bruised badly; but Kabir had zero care about it. The anarkali was a backless one with net sleeves and a flare of 8 meters if not less. Of course, he did not give a thought about the stitch she had on her hand. He only cares about himself every time the fabric brushed against her wound; it would hurt. She heard a knock on the door; her eyes went to the watch, 8 am exactly. It was Yash for sure. “Come in,” She tied the strings of the red suit as Yash entered the room but halted as soon as his eyes fell on her.

Ten days passed by like this ,it was the birthday of twin brothers ,there was a party arranged in one of their hotels . When in midnight the family make the twins cut the cake sanjana also wished them they only replied with a thank you in a cold tone .In evening sanjana got ready ina beautiful anarkali suit ., when darsh entered his room ,he found sanjana all ready for the party .,she was looking very pretty He looked at her from head to toe. Feeling his gaze on her ,she blushed. "Are you going somewhere " darsh asked rudely

Ankita was least bothered about her appearance but still did as she was told for the sake of her child. She sat like a doll while the attendant did her makeup. "Madam, you sit here. Sir will come to escort you." Saying this she left. "Is your Madam ready,Smita?" Elijah asked when she came out of Ankita's room. "Yes Sir," Smita said, bowing her head down. "You can go now." He said and Smita went away from there. Elijah entered her room and stood rooted at his spot ,seeing Ankita's simple yet beautiful look. Wearing a beautiful navy blue floor length Anarkali with silver designs paired with a heavy embroidered Dupatta (Shawl) ,She was perfectly defining the definition of perfect beauty.