Sham E Inteqam Novels & Stories

And she didn't need to see her in action to realize that she was powerful. Shamira felt like she was on the bottom of a lake . . . intense pressure caused by something so vast that it mocked her ability to move it all. She wasn't the only one affected as such, with Shane being the only one who didn't take a half step back. Instead, he smiled. Shamira had never seen him smile quite like that. His lips held true joy, and his eyes held welcome.

Samaira's eyes widen seeing the pictures on her phone. No No It was the pictures of Abhimaan and Natasha in a very inappropriate position, she couldn't see them. She looked away, her eyes brimmed with tears. She blinked them away. She can't feel weak. No, this couldn't be some fake pictures also....Yeah.... "You think I'll believe all this shit....Just out from my house or I'll call the guards.." Samaira said pointing a finger at her. Natasha burned in anger. She felt insulted, she will not let this go easily. But, she left for now.

She told me with her eyes registering some surprise. I gave her the magazine. “What is it?” I asked her. “Do you know this man?” She asked me, taking her cup of chocolate drink and taking a sip. “Yes.” I told her, not telling her she was my husband. “This man is an international conman. He came to our company in South Africa a few months ago, apparently he was to supply us with some ICT infrastructure equipment for our group of companies but after down payment of Kshs 12 million, he disappeared.” Salome told me.

The one who had tormented Naina and obsessed over Rehan for years. “No, wait—” Shama stammered, her voice cracking. “I-I’m not Shanaya. You have the wrong person!” The man’s smile was cold, almost pitying. “Amnesia? That’s the best you can come up with?” He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. Shama pressed herself against the wall, panic gripping her chest like a vice. “Please, listen—” He raised a hand, silencing her with a look. “Do you think you can trick me, Shanaya?” he whispered, his voice dangerously soft. “I’ve known you all my life. You can fool Rehan with your games, but not me.”

he said lowly after a few seconds of silence and I almost gouged my eyes out in shock "What ? Take me out ?no I don't think that would be possible sir ,I don't even know you or your name "I said bit loudly "Oh sorry ,my name is Shaurya but you can call me Sammy and why not ?" He asked , furrowing his brows at me "It's simple..I don't know you sir ,so why would I go out with you ?"

“Honey. . . " Shamsya looked at Qomar as She roughly wiped the tears streaming down her cheeks. Shamsya ignores the surroundings. She seemed not to think everyone was there and stared at her. Several unclear sentences left her mouth. Many times her aunt failed to calm her down. Qomar nodded. He came and hugged Syamsa tightly. "Bismillah, I will"

"Miss, may we know your name?" "I'm Amarra..." 'Amarra?' The name seemed to sink in among those present. Shamia's lips curled up as she looked at Ingrid's reaction, she saw a mix of relief and puzzlement on her face. "I came from afar, I live in another state." Shamia said this to imply that she wasn't from around there and had no connection to everyone. "Miss, do you know that we've been waiting for you for a long time?" the old man said excitedly.

But Samarth stood frozen, his eyes locked onto Inayat's, as the guards restrained her, saving him from her wrath. Samarth stood impassive, his face a mask of calmness, as he gazed at Inayat with an unblinking stare. His piercing eyes, usually bright with intensity, seemed almost lifeless, as if drained of all emotion. His hands remained crossed behind his back, his chin held high in a gesture of quiet confidence.