Sham E Inteqam Novels & Stories

I'll fight ten thousand battles for you, but you have to be honest about who your enemies are. " -Amyirechi "Here's your payment sir, thank you." The fair-skin cab driver—having very long and unkempt beards—accepted the notes of money from Doris and drove away. She was left standing before a very tall building. 'Aijek Fashionworld' was the name boldly inscribed on the wall- column of the majestically tall building. The five-storey building was coated in chocolate-brown and yellow paint and stood out from the other structures because of its intimidating height.

she asked running up to her "I'm going home. How are you today lady Tamera?" "I am fine Sham. But why are you leaving wait are those tears where you crying?" Shamma wiped her cheeks but it wouldn't work. Her tears had dried there, "Oh forgive me please. Goodmorning aunt please forgive my rudeness." she said to the older lady who was left short for words. Children from noble families hardly noticed the commoners and she was glad to greet her back

Advay sharma: He is 28 years old business tycoon . He has a physic like a Greek god . Every girl dies for his single glance but this Mr arrogant never gives them a shit . He loves his family and can do anything for his loving ones, but he never spare them who mess with him.  Samaira Mehra: She is very sweet, innocent, bubbly girl . she loves everyone around her . She is epitome of beauty . She have every character of her name . She is 26 years old working in her uncle's company as a manager.

Farhana said openly, "Finish this litigation quickly. Someone is eagerly waiting for your release, so don't be disappointed." Kabir Dada said cheerfully, "I try, you also pray." "My self-confidence is beginning to rise with my prayers," Farhana said in a disappointed tone. "Anyway, I'll try again." At that moment, Shamsheer Dada arrived. He was six and a half feet tall and had a rhinoceros-like body. He looked like a wrestler of W, W, E. Everyone stood up as soon as they saw him. He moved towards Kabir Dada without any need. Kabir Dada also approached him to shake hands but this proximity cost him dearly.

The smile on his face is taunting, allowing me to see that he knows more about me than I do about him. "I see you got my message," he notes, pointing down to the paper I still hold in my hand. A lump gathers in my throat as I glance down at it. I don't think I can handle not knowing anything about this man for another second, especially with the probability of Malik walking back in here being so high. "I've never seen you before," I say slowly. "How did you even manage to get up here?" "Let me firstly introduce myself," he says politely. He holds his hands out, and I see his hands are encased in strange ebony velvet gloves. "I'm known most commonly as Fate."

Clasping his back, Shrey muttered, this time with more conviction, “She'll be out of danger. I know. My instincts are never wrong, and you know it. Don't you?” Shaam nodded. And that was indeed true. Shrey had a gift, a gift of great instinct. Also, because of that, he knew Shrey would never lie to him. No matter what. "I have yet to call, Arya," Shaam said tiredly, rubbing both hands on his face. “You haven't already?” Shreyaaz took a sharp breath. Shaam shook his head in a negative way. "Go on, otherwise you will be the one sleeping on the sofa from now on," Shreyaanz joked, patting Shaam on his toned shoulder in assurance. “Also, I want a kid, so you better make it up to her.”

She really didn't wish to join him. When they reached the party place, Samarth came out of the car, the media was looking for each person, who is coming. Before Samarth, Soham Bhalla reached there with his twin escorts. He is a spoiled and lusty person and the CEO of Silver Star entertainment. He is giving poses in different styles to the reporters of different channels.

he said Shreya by forwarding his right cheek to her. Shreya looked him and punched him with her tiny fist,making everyone laugh and she laughed in joy. "This is not fair " Samar said frowning . He looked at Shreya and made a fake sad face. Shreya stopped laughing and looked at him. Then she forwarded her hands towards him. Samar took her but kept the sad face intact. Shreya understood that he was sad ,that's why she kissed his cheek and circled her tiny hands around his neck ,hugging him.

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.”

Someone who did not have grey eyes and a voice that haunted her dreams. The next afternoon, Sam was editing a new video for their TikTok account. He sat at the folding table, headphones on, cutting footage of Leo hauling bags of plastic waste. His phone lay beside him, notifications ticking in. A comment popped up. The username was PriyaSharma_Horizon. "Incredible work! We'd love to collaborate. Check your DMs!" Sam frowned. He opened their direct messages. Another message from the same account: "We emailed you last week. Are you still interested in a partnership? Let us know!"