Seema Shahid Novels & Stories

Ivanka pointed to Zehra. “You’re South Indian?” Nora asked. Seema looked surprised. “No. I’m Seema Singh, North Indian.” “Singh? So you’re...” “Yea, I’m Sikh,” “Really? You look healthy to me,” Zehra said and Seema laughed. “I’m not sick, I’m Sikh,” Ivanka looked at her like she was bonkers and Seema rolled her eyes. “What’s your full name?” she asked Zehra. “Zehra Mahmood.”

when my baby girl were killed in front of me. Shehryaar POV : its been the months and i'm finding them like a crazy person . don't know where are they . what if something happened to them . but if not . if saima was right . then .no shehyaar don't thin like this cant e happen. your anaya is pure and innocent. yeah she is innocent. but how she manages everything. who is helping her. "sir everything is under control now . we can get rid o them now ", adam my third in command said. "i'm coming ...", i said with an evil smirk .

A female's voice cut us off,"Shayla? Is that you? Oh, yes! It's you! What a coincidence!" We whirled around -- Shayla was the first one to do so -- and I observed quietly how recognition washed over her features at the sight of the Indian woman standing in front of us. "Rashmi?" Shayla exclaimed,"Oh My God." Rashmi? Farhan's fiancee? I gaped. What a coincidence indeed. _________

She appeared too beautiful and young for that grumpy fellow. "Hello, Ms. Niharika Sehgal, I am Niyati Verma", she said introducing herself lending forward her hand for a handshake. I shook my hands with her and we both took our seats. I managed to say a meek hello to her. "So, why have you called me up here? You should be working over improvising your product-lines rather than wasting time in compromising. I am here to tell you that we will see each other in the court." I was taken aback at her tone. I wondered if she talked to me as if I was seriously a culprit. She was indeed, a good actor. I was filled with anger and disgust towards her behavior.

And the thing that I'm not feeling uncomfortable with him near me is scaring me more. " So ladies and gentlemen you all wanted to know who is going to take Pihu chaturvedi's place in my upcoming movie right? So your wait is over. Today I'm introducing you all to Mehak Avasthi, my new heroine whom I'm going to present to you all." Kiaan said introducing me and a round of applause can be heard " So again you're pressing a new face, that's great news. We all are waiting for the movie to release. You always find gems only. "one of the reporters said

Naina "Okay now leave it! Your tea is getting cold. Drink it." Seema and Naina talked to each other casually for some time and then Naina came out from there. And started mumbling to herself, “Who does this Mr. Kunal Singhania think he is? He just keeps being arrogant all the time. Ever since I met him till now, he has never talked to me politely. And to what extent has he done today, that too without asking me! This is the limit of his bad temper! I don't know why he keeps hitting on me again and again. Oh God, please don't make me meet him again. Now I don't have the strength to bear his anger. He just keeps pouting all the time, the basturd Sadu Singhaniya! Huh!" Next morning

Suddenly, Simran said with excitement," Hey, isn't she Sajal Seikh? The most popular designer." " Hmm," I replied controlling my tears. Then she again said with the same excitement," And isn't he Sehreyar Al Seikh? The number one businessman in India. Oh, God. They look so perfect together. Seems like a match made in heaven. " " Are you done? Can we leave this place? I asked her with a tight smile. She said looking at them having an aww expression," Look, they are so much in love. They are looking........"

She is simple, sweet, and addictive. My wife is gorgeous though and if anyone is falling for her then I have to be cautious. The only thought that races through my mind is her past. I know her secret. This information could be useful. I take a look at her again and see her peacefully smiling and talking to her friends. Yeah, her friend is Mitali Sharma Known as Mitu, the one and only daughter of Dr. Maithili Sharma. "See You Soon Love", I whispered in her ears and left her house just to attend an important business meeting.

Somia said while slapping his shoulder "And You are Aima"Haris said while pointing his both hands towards her Somia smacked her head and made a cute pout . " I AM NOT AIMA. I AM SOMIA AHMAD SIDDIQUE . DAUGHTER OF AHMAD SIDDIQUE .SISTER OF BURHAN SIDDIQUE. GRAND DAUGHTER OF AKRAM SIDDIQUE."Somia said in shouting tone and glaring at him He was looking at her feeling like a mental. He don't know what the hell is happening.

"Alright, I did because you have the blood of a Patel. Your great-grandfather worked his butt off to get where he is." "Are you hearing yourself?" I glance around and find a couple of people staring at us. "If my great-grandfather started from the bottom to become the wealthiest man in India, then I also have faith in Liam. You are so judgmental." "Oh great, Ganesha, please convince this child to do the right thing." "Seema, I'm not Buddhist. I'm catholic, so I'll tell my god to shut your tramp." "Your attitude changed ever since that gaanu impregnated you with his seed."