روايات وقصص ضمن The One By Samreen Shah

Then I'll come to the next part very interesting for you and another long one. My Samaira baby😭😭😭......this is the worst to see. Glad Abhimaan came on time and saved her from that monster. Mishra Monster😡😡😡 Abhimaan won't leave him at any cost for hurting your wife.😪😪😪 Vote Comment Share

Third Person's POV Sameer's last words hung up Samaira. She was almost frozen and startled with fear. "I think, you both are again doing the worst mistake of life. If bhai will learn about that you both are going to be burned in the hell." Samaira said with a trembling sound. She is elder than Sameer and had caught a glimpse of the other side of Samarth. She loves Anaya, she is her best friend that's the reason behind her actions to support Anaya.

the man leading them shouted menacingly. Maahi gulped. She started sweating when instead of doing something, Samar nonchalantly pulled out his handkerchief from his pocket and started wiping his palm. Jayant and JK too didn't look much intimidated, but at least they looked alert. Samar looked like he had just finished eating an ice-cream and was cleaning his hands. Is there going to be a fight? Will there be blood? She knew Samar always carried a revolver and was an excellent shot. She has seen him shoot and kill with her own eyes. Maahi's insides crumbled with worry. She hated putting anyone in this position. She herself hated being in this position. A memory of time past flashed in front o

Armaan nobbled his head and looked at vihaan who was looking happy, armaan thought maybe he is happy because of this alliance, after some time sameera came into the room while wearing an orange suit. Kinza gets very happy seen her kinza makes her sit near her and looks at her with lots of love khushi and armaan looks happy but vihaan looks hear and there Maybe his eyes searching for someone else they all talk with sameera for a while then Armaan says I think vihaan and sameera should talk with each other lonely Everyone nobbled there head and sameera takes him into the garden both of them sits in the chair but no one says anything, after five minutes of silence sameera says

“Ha, looks like Asmaira, indeed, is very special to you. I bet that’s why you hired her, right? To give you company in your cabin whenever you are stressed out.” His comment makes Amaan raise his eyes at him in disgust. He didn’t dignify the filthy accusation with his reply. The cafeteria girl who first spread the rumor nudged the other girl with an i-told-you-so look. “Tell me, Mr. Amaan Hashmi, who is she? Assistant or a whores?” Samuel said, that made Amaan’s jaw tick, “The idealist Amaan Hashmi finally showed his true color and hired a whore for him.”

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.”

“I'll have Ayam Cemani black chicken with brown sauce.” “Same for me too! Oh! And bring one of your best wines!” The waiter nodded and went to get their orders. Carson brought out his phone from his breast pocket and checked something. Amanda tried to take a look at what he was doing. Carson snapped his eyes at her in an annoyed expression which made her flinch. She let out a nervous laugh and asked, “Work?” “Yes,” he answered curtly. Amanda was bored being silent. She wanted to have a good time with him. While she was randomly checking out the place, her eyes darted outside the window, near the bushes. Her pupils dilated snd she panicked if Carson saw those reporters she had arranged to cli

I think, completely dismayed. Can't take a job from a one-night stand, right? I mean, I could fall into temptation and, dear God, take this monumental body to bed again. The problem? It wouldn't be just another one-night stand; it would be several nights. Damn it, Miran, what about all that self-control talk? Well, it's going down the drain. Samantha exudes power in everything she does. In her dark, shiny gaze, in her velvety, determined voice, in the gestures of her hands while she speaks, and especially in her perfume. Oh, that perfume!

After deciding to leave, I went to the Blacknight Pack's municipal office to submit my withdrawal application. "Ms. Holt," the clerk said carefully, "once you leave the pack, you'll lose all pack protection and will never be allowed to rejoin. Are you sure about this?" "I'm sure." When I stepped out of the building, a notification popped up on Instagram. "Thank you for being there for me when I'm at my weakest!" The photo beneath it showed the snowy scenery of Bhador and Mason wrapping a scarf around Eira.

“You’re shaking.” I laughed small, breathless , tears still wet on my cheeks.“I’m overwhelmed.”He squeezed my hand ,gold eyes soft, proud.“They see you. Really see you.”I looked around at the faces, young and old scarred warriors, silver haired elders, maids with wide eyes, children peeking from behind their parents.They weren’t just looking at a woman.They were looking at their Queen.Their hope.Their future.A young girl no older than ten stepped forward clutching a small bouquet of winter flowers ,white and fragile.She bowed low then held the bouquet up with trembling hands.“For you, my Queen,” she whispered voice shaking. “We picked them this morning. For luck. For love. For the little fla