Slumdog Millionaire Novels & Stories

she said and left my room. I changed in my PJ and opened my laptop for looking for tomorrows appointments for my mummy. "It's liver cancer and can't be cure" My mummy said looking at my laptop. "Atleast let me try" I said. "Ok as you want Anika" Mummy said. "Mummy, expenses were high to come here from india, How did you manage? I asked.

Knowing this, Nevaeh has impressed me on different levels. I knew that Mason Miller had a second daughter who I seriously thought would be like her older sister. Her older sister was a well-known model, but she was also known in the business industry as somehow who was cunning and manipulative. She has been seen with plenty of business bachelors which were new faces in the business industry. However, the very confusing thing was that after a couple of months the new faced bachelors suddenly became bankrupt overnight and she dumped them and moved onto her next prey as nothing had happened.

Instead, she frowned and said with a hint of sadness, "I can't compare to Mrs. Lawson. I grew up in a family that didn't have much, so I had to learn to do everything myself." Calvin's heart melted when he saw her sad eyes. "Being rich isn't always great," he said gently. "Like Josephine, spoiled at home. You do everything on your own, and you're so smart. You're way stronger than those fancy girls who have it easy." I swung the door open and cut into their talk. "Ms. Rogers, if you're not rich, you should work hard and fight to do well at work. Why are you here giving Mr. Lawson stuff when you should fix your work mistakes? I heard you've messed up a lot. And everyone calls me Ms. Campbell,

Logan said confidently. The confidence was clear in his voice and that made Milana clench her fist in anger. Although the delivery company was indirectly owned by the Donatello’s meaning they can do anything they like, but it is heartless to make people lose their source of livelihood. As someone who grew up in the slums and still in the slums, she knew how hard it was for people to survive. “This is heartless” “I’m not the one who is heartless, you are” “Me?” She was puzzled

“Boss, how on earth did you find this place? None of us has ever been to the slum before!” “That's right, Boss. Please tell us what happened so we can admire your heroic act!” Megan was embarrassed by her subordinates’ praises. She had no idea how to explain this to them. “Although we don’t usually come to the slum for no reason, it doesn't mean that I don't pay attention to what happens here. The homeless people in the slum are human beings too. "Although they have a lowly status and our guys always encounter danger here, it doesn’t mean I’ll give up on these pitiful people!”

Zoya hit the table in her displeasure hearing her father's words. Thinking of Dharavi, mad her cringe. It is the most slum area in Mumbai, maybe even in all of India. There a million more people live crowded and jostled. And they live with facilities that are far from proper. Slum, cramped, lack of facilities. The houses huh? Crowded and uninhabitable! and the high crime rate immediately filled her head. Let alone staying there, passing through the area made her thinks twice because it's really risky.

“You didn’t just go out with a rich guy. You went out with internationally rich, possibly bulletproof, definitely too-hot-to-be-safe kind of rich.” I groaned. “Clara, this is bad. Really bad.” “Maybe not,” she said, scrolling further. “Listen, it says he lived in London for years, working legit finance stuff. No scandals, no shady charges. The press loves him. Calls him ‘the civilized Moretti.’” “Yeah,” I muttered, “because ‘civilized’ screams mafia prince with a conscience.” Clara shrugged. “Still beats your last man, the amnesia-ridden CEO with a psycho wife.”

I was mad to my bones but I couldn't do anything or I would be starting a war in a land I am not entirely familiar with. “We have a 6 million, 6 million do we have 7 million?... 10 million, the man at the back said 10 million, 10 million, do we have 11 million?... 13 million! 13 million going once, going twice...SOLD!!!”, The auctioneer said and the crowd of old men gave a round of applause. The man who just spent 13 million dollars in buying her is a retired congressman, he was married with 3 children but he kept multiple mistresses. His wife was aware of his little escapades but there is little she could do.

I have selected some workers in my company that will be going there with me tomorrow so that we can inspect the place and see how we can build up the dam. I want it to be built as early as possible so that the indigenous people of Balmoral would have electricity in their locality. Balmoral is a local community in an almost isolated place in Chester, mainly made up of struggling individuals, who would hardly pay their bills on time and some do not even pay at all, resulting in me making some losses in the company. In order to overcome that, I thought that it would be good for me to build a dam just next to their community to make electricity possible for them and just forget about them and t