Sana Name Novels & Stories

After a light dinner, we returned. “Oh shit,” I muttered suddenly, face-palming myself. “I forgot to inform San..” Kabir gave me a questioning look. “ I gave Sanjana a nick name. Her name is to difficult to pronounce. He nodded. “We can call her now,” Kabir said, handing me my phone. “It’s not too late.” A playful grin crept onto my face as I dialled her number. It rang a few times before she picked up. “Liam, is everything okay? Why are you calling at this hour?” Her worried, slightly agitated voice echoed through the phone. She must be twirling her hair—something she always does when anxious.

We were going to go on a long drive but Sania's mother called and asked us to go to her cousins home to see her as she had a 2nd baby. The baby boy was beautiful so was the first child who was a girl named Anaya. We quickly become friends. We were playing peek-a-boo that's when Sania joined us too. I pretended to ignore her, she was irritated now. 'Soo cute' I love troubling her like that.

After the weekend, San got busy in her usual life while Gael was still on rest. He did not attend the hospital for the next week and San was only in contact with him on the phone. But this was where she made a mistake. She was eating lunch with Anna when she went to bring cold drinks for them and when she came back, Anna had her phone in her hand. San had a habit of saving the exact same name of the person. Her mother was save as Mom, her father as Dad, Anna was as Anna and so do the Gael.

Mezzanine Office — 23:57 Wolf pried open a dented grey cabinet with a screwdriver masquerading as a crowbar. The lock surrendered like wet paper. Bruno leaned in, whistled low. “Santa Maria.” Rows of laminated cards glinted under the strip light: port gate passes, customs seals, magnetic clips stamped with half a dozen government logos. Beside them, three burner satphones in shrink wrap; a fourth, powered, blinking a lonely green. “Take it,” Wolf said.

she asked, wiping her tears. "Anvi Shekhar." "I am talking about the name you write in your documents." "S. Anvi Shekhar." "What do you think S stands for?" "S stands for Sadhna, grandmother's name as she wanted to have me her name as well." "That's a half-truth. S indeed stands for the name of your grandmother but your real one. S stands for Sylvia, the name your real father gave you." Adding further Rita said, "You are Sylvia."