Shweta Iyer Novels & Stories

But she had done nothing to earn it. Unlike Ravina. Ravina had never cared about power. She had never needed to prove herself through manipulation or empty words. She had been a warrior, a protector, a leader in her own right. And I had thrown her away for this. My hands clenched into fists under the table. I was a fool. I turned back to the elders. “The mating ceremony is postponed.” A heavy silence fell over the room. Amira sprang up from her chair. "You can't do this!" She was shrill, frantic. "Do you know how this is going to make me look?"

he said, his voice filled with enthusiasm. Sheela and Rajesh had always been known for their dedication and initiative. But they knew that to stand out truly, they needed to take on a project that would resonate deeply with their minister, Savita. Savita was a woman of principles, and she was admired for her strong sense of justice and commitment to serving the people. Ever the strategist, Rajesh proposed an idea that he believed would align with Savita's values and elevate her standing among the electorate. Sheela and Rajesh were committed to making a difference; this was their chance.

As much as he tries to get her, she escapes from his hand. “Sir,” the lady sighed and said, “Sir, I'm Dr Shreya Iyer but I'm a first-year student at Delhi Medical College. I entered to attend the conference as a student not as a doctor. I don't know any other Dr Shreya Iyer. Your men brought me here, after seeing my ID card. They checked only names, not details of my card.” Aaron grabbed her ID card, it was issued from Delhi Medical College. He kicked the man roughly on his private part. He shouted, “Get lost and find Dr Shreya Iyer.”

"Is it true or not that you are doing alright there? I brought some garments." "I'm fine! I don't require it!" Stanlay's voice came muted from behind the entryway. "What?" After a snapshot of quietness, Stanlay emerged from the restroom with just a little towel folded over her sculpted physique. She has an athletic figure, etched however not solid. Her body was the indication of solidarity and excellence melded. I ran up my eyes over her long velvety legs then gazed upward. I never had an uncertainty that she was excellent, some way or another seeing her face obviously made me more drawn to her. She had heterochromia, one blue eye and one green, an extraordinariness even among wolves. Fair s

Sunil aske in a whisper. "Ashita Agrawal. Why do you ask Mr. Officer?" said Mrs. Fateema. Amazed. "I think I know her. But the name of the person I know is not Ashita Agrawal, but Zoya Bipasha Vijayalakshmi!" "Zoya Bipasha Vijayalakshmi?" Instead, Mrs. Fatimah was even surprised to hear that name. "Why, ma'am? You know that name?" asked Sunil. He didn't care if his conversation was a little bit disturbing. He was more interested in getting information from the principal.

She wore a warm smile, holding up a small placard in one hand and a mic in the other. "Hello, everyone and welcome to the 15th edition of X!!" - She cheered loudly, arousing the applause of everyone present. " As every other year, we are dedicated to awarding the most excellent amongst our actors - ranging from new best comers to top - tier actors on our lists." "I'm Shayna Taylor and as always i'm your lovely host of tonight's event." - She blew a kiss, grinning widely. The crowd cheered once more, erupting in a frivolous applause.

28 years later..... Main characters Rithwik • Son of Abhiram and Jhanavi. • CEO of Varma's constructions, a well-known businessman, the most dynamic and handsome person who stands as a role model for youth. • Believes in discipline and hard work. • Very tough to understand, no one can predict what is in his mind. Ishita: • Daughter of sowmya and Nandan. • Fashion designer and started a career in modeling. • Always gives priority to family and gives respect to elders.

Dhruv's POV I got a bit tense if they would be professional enough? " Is there any problem?? " I asked Manyata. " Oh yes! Srishti I mean Mohit's wife... Oh! Actually, Mohit is my best friend and my partner. He is a famous dress designer and his wife Srusti is a singer she has gone for her recording and the lady who takes care of their triplets fell ill all of a sudden and Mohit told her to go home. We were handling the kids till now but they are getting very cranky now because Mohit is busy with his very prestigious presentation as there is a very high profile wedding. The clients are here and are very influential politically. Shristi has not come back yet and that caretaker has left. "

Rosemary shouted. As Chantelle ran out, tears kept coming, no matter how hard Chantelle tried to hold them back. She felt so overwhelmed and alone. How could she possibly get everything done in time? And even if she did, what then? She would still be stuck here, under the thumb of her cruel and controlling relatives. The thought made her feel trapped, like a bird in a cage. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. But it was no use. The tears kept coming, and she felt her shoulders shaking with sobs.