Surya Putra Karan Novels & Stories

the woman asked. “Cassandra, Ma’am… uh, I mean… Auntie… or…” Cassandra fumbled awkwardly, not sure what to call her. “Got a boyfriend, sweetheart?” the woman asked straight up. “Wanna meet my son, Surya?” Cassandra’s eyebrows scrunched together as she looked to Mam Karra for help. But to her horror, Mam Karra nodded with a big smile! “Surya’s a heartthrob in this village,” the woman went on. “He just ran for local council!”

I smiled at the story. "So Thakur Ji kept his words and donated money in the education of poor children, And as you guessed already that the name Karanveer is after Karan and Eshani is another name of the goddess Durga, " She added, happily. "That's such a beautiful story, " "I know right?" "Mom, you awake?" Sunny suddenly entered, coming into the room but alone. "Yes, I was just telling Adah a story of Karan's birth, coming to him, where is he?" she asked. "Karan bro is on the way, " That's all he replied, looking lost somewhere yet worried.

Jay- Assistant of Rohit. Karan- The Heir of FOR YOU, Son of Henna and Varun, Grandson of Mukesh and Lilly, Best friend to Anan.

"Ilamaran, Let us go. Something is wrong." A boy told the one stopped me. The human touched my shoulder and I shook out of my trance and looked at them in confusion. The others peaked glances at me but I didn't say anything but went to the way towards the class. "I am Surya. Why did you do that? Did you think they could hit me? Never! I won three consecutive championships in kickboxing and I would have put them in their place in a jiffy if you hadn't interrupted" He said cockily. Only if he knew what they are capable of, he would be running far away from this town. I rolled my eyes and remained silent. When our classroom came in sight, he spoke again as I didn't utter a word.

“Completely.” He paused for half a second, then nodded. “I’ll have it within an hour.” I walked back to my desk and sat down, my fingers resting lightly against the surface. This wasn’t curiosity. It was something far more intentional. I was trying to know her. Suraj returned sooner than expected. He stood in front of me, tablet in hand, his expression professional as always. “Aadhya Suryavanshi. Elder daughter. Father — Ramesh Suryavanshi, bank employee. Middle-level position. Disciplined, no controversies, nearing retirement.”

Even though Mr shiv was the eldest Rathore, Shanaya heard from Vansh that his father was not ready for the children until he saw his brother Mr Surya becoming the father of Vihaan and his elder sister Avni. She clapped hard when Mr shiv finished his Thank you speech and hugged Mr Surya, who moved forward along with his wife, Mrs Chaya. Mr Surya was just the elder version of vihaan, but without anger and dominance, and would smile a lot, while Mrs Chaya was a beautiful woman whose Brown eyes matched with Vihaan.

It was her youngest cousin Vikrant Suryavanshi's wedding and anyone who was somebody in Cardenia was in attendance. She snorted as she vaguely remembered that two years ago, Vikrant Suryavanshi would never have expected to find himself a married man before he turned twenty or worse be a father to two adorable gorgeous boys. But here he was, two years later, happily married to her little sister Kalyani's best friend Sarita Madhav. Now known as Sarita Suryavanshi. "Love... Look what you made him do." She muttered. They'd had an Indian wedding and this one was a church wedding.

"Means a lot coming from you." He patted Tex's shoulder. Jesse had so much high regard for Death Engines Running. These kids were just so exceptional and talented. "Oh, by the way, I'd like you to meet Kristen, my fiancée." He mumbled, slithering his arm around the back of K's waist. "Baby, this is Tex." K and Tex shook hands, smiled and greeted each other. Their blue eyes met, cobalt to velvety dark blue. "Hi Tex, it's so nice to meet you!" K almost shrieked, bubbling with glee. "I only heard your songs tonight, but let me tell you, I'm already your number one fan! No shitting!"

The next name was Surya Atmadja, a notorious loan shark masquerading as an investor, who had ensnared the Kalesvara Group with loans bearing suffocating interest rates. This time, Rayden didn't need to wait until midnight. He visited Surya's office in the afternoon. In contrast to his visit to Hardiman's place, this time there was no resistance. No blustering. News of Hardiman's fate had apparently reached Surya's ears. The moment his secretary announced the arrival of Mr. Kartadewa, Surya's face went white as a sheet. When Rayden entered his lavish office, Surya was already standing beside his desk, bowing deeply, his body trembling.

He smiled. “On one condition. You answer every question I ask honestly.” “What questions?” Ki Caraka walked around the campfire and sat directly across from Rinjani. “They’re not your real parents, are they?” Rinjani fell silent for a moment. “No.” “Then who are they?” “Ki Somanagara and his wife.” Ki Caraka raised an eyebrow. “Somanagara? The wealthy merchant from Karang Bendan?” “Yes. I’m posing as Pramesti, their youngest daughter, who was supposed to marry Prince Candrakumala.”