The One By Samreen Shah Novels & Stories

, i yelled at him . Samia POV : hell everything happening wrong with me . i want to make the their life hell.here i'm with a child which definitely i don't want . i don't like children. yes this is not shehryaar child and i'm not his wife . but that dumbo think that nikah(marriage) was really . I only love the Ammar . he is more intelligent. but always shehryaar thinks low about him and insult him and beat him in front of other . he makes us suffer. he kicked him out of his office . we didn't have to feed our self . then we shake he hand with shehryaar enemies .now Ammar is again working for shehryaar and me as his wife . we planned everything . his gang was weak . his wife left him . every

I want to ask something genuinely, so please answer it. There is nothing serious, it is my frequent madness, nothing more. 🙈🤣 What about a teaser of this book. I was planning to make a teaser, but I am puzzled. And finally, I made a teaser.. But forget to upload. I am going to upload it. Okay, I need to ask you one thing. Can you imagine Samaira in this book going to temple daily and giving prasad to everyone with a happy face. She is even making kheer to everyone and uncountable poojas. Can you imagine or not?

The one-stone two two-birds analogy was perfect for the situation. His wife would get a fair chance to make a name for herself and Arya would be free from this abusive scum. And as for Riki's contacts with the so-called dangerous people were concerned, Samanvay was there to handle that. Because no one would dare to glance at his wife. And if some lost soul would dare to do so, that soul would have suffered the wrath of Samanvay Goenka. Samanvay was prepared for everything but not this. This was His and His Queen's story where the hell did Neel Oberoi enter it from?

I says looking at Kiaan with a smile After all he is the one who helped me. "hello guys," suddenly I heard a voice I turn to see it's none other than Aloki verma with that moron Samar Randhawa. I forgot that he will also come. "Hii Aloki, hi Samar." Kavya greeted them And why do I feel kiaan isn't very happy to see him. "Or to see his ex?" my mind questioned Point! "Hey Kavya you're looking beautiful." samar said and tried to take her hand but she gracefully avoid touching him

The hall buzzed with elegance and wealth. She needed air. She excused herself and walked toward the food counter, though she had no appetite. “Hello, Miss.” Her body stiffened. She turned. Time folded in on itself. For a second, she forgot how to breathe. He extended his hand. “I’m Kabir Shah.” After a slight pause, she placed her hand in his. “Samantha Blake. I’m covering the event for a British magazine.” Her voice was steady. Too steady. Kabir studied her face carefully. Then her eyes. A flicker of something passed through his expression.

We were going inside just then my cell phone started ringing and I received the call. "Hello...Umm...Rakshit Shergill?" "Yeah... speaking" "Sir I am Samaira...from better half matrimonial company... I hope you know that we have arranged a meeting for you today? " "Yeah... I know I am here" "Great please come to table no. 4 we are waiting" I said yes and then I walked towards the table with a heavy heart. I reached there and saw Rohan shaking hands with a girl.... and I went towards them.

She is a better friend than I could have asked for. I push up from the deck chair and take my coffee cup inside to wash. I take a shower then I put a little more effort into my appearance out of habit…and maybe spite. I don’t know who I will run into when I walk around the pack, and my ego won’t let me be seen looking less than my best around here. It may hurt like a b*tch to be here, but I won’t give Carys any ammo to prove she is better than me. Her only claim is that her connections by birth were better than mine. And I know the minute someone sees me she will know. As I give my hair a soft curl and apply mascara and gloss, I won’t look like I’m trying too hard, I hope my sister doesn’t g

That day, I heard people whispering below the stage, "Doesn't she have parents? That's so sad." In that moment, the pride I should have felt on that stage turned into pure shame. After I walked off, I saw the post Joan had made. [It's just a small cold, but Mom and Dad are still so worried about me. I love them so much!]

“One touch…one whisper…one kiss, for you know who I am.” “What is going on here?” “Kismet…rings of truth; you are the only one who can give this silhouette of mine a name, face. Open your heart than your mind will open. For now you still created darkness where you find yourself within the grip of treacherous longings. You smiled finding yourself in a situation of seduction and fantasies. You had forgotten about the obsession and deception. Only you can color the picture right, Sammy.”

It had not been easy approaching the men running things at work and asking for some few days off but the greatest weapon in The First One arsenal was the power of persuasion. Salamatu had defied the orders given to her to keep their meeting arrangement a secret. It was during the process of torturing her that she revealed she had told her friend Maryam about their meeting arrangement. The First One smiled when he recalled the terror in Salamatu’s eyes when she spotted the bottle of concentrated solution of acid that he brought out of his bag of torture. Things had gone from bad to worse on that night because before concluding Salamatu’s torture session, one of her friends had showed up and s