Novel & Cerita Aahna Sharma

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

he told him without turning around. "I thought something had changed" "Nothing has changed as long as she is Anaysha Sharma, daughter of Tejwant Sharma” “But she is innocent” "The innocent are the ones who suffer the most” *********

Sahil Sharma's story is one of love, sacrifice, and determination, a testament to his unwavering commitment to his family and the profound influence he has had on the life of his daughter, Aditi Sharma. Sameera Sharma, a name that resonates with warmth and affection, is not just a mere housewife; she is the cornerstone of the Sharma household, where love and family values reign supreme. As the devoted wife of Sahil Sharma, she brings a sense of harmony and completeness to their home. However, her role extends far beyond just that of a homemaker; it is in her unwavering love for her husband Sahil and their cherished daughter, Aditi, that she truly finds her purpose and happiness.

Hussaina says and jumps over the couch standing in between her and Lash. "Attention everyone please, this is my sister inlaw, Aisha Humaira, popularly known as HumyLash, the famous blogger and chef." Hussaina says. "Nice to meet you all. I'm Lash." Lash smiles. "We know." another fair girl with a smallish and petite structure says tapping her phone. She doesn't seem to be interested in whatever is happening. "Amhal can you shut up." Halima snaps and the Amhal girl keeps quiet.

In search of her love. “Aahana Singhaniya…Yes Sir…She is in operation theatre number 10 and is being currently operated in the operation theatre.” The receptionist gazed his eyes to study the personality standing in front of him. She can neither believe his eyes nor her ears. The famous personality the Mr Singhaniya was standing in front of her. The same famous person who raised from rags to riches. The famous billionaire was standing in front of her and looks a totally different personality than what he had listened about.

Ayesha's POV, "Um....who might you be?" I asked confused but politely not trying to be rude. "I'm Sahil Sharma, the chief editor of Mirchi News." He said smiling. My eyes widened. He's from the media?! "Uh... I am kind of busy right now and so I'd really appreciate it if you could come back some other time." I faked a smile and tried to close the door but he stopped it with his hand. I gulped as he bent down at my face level.

Echo excitedly asked. “Oh I would love to but I have to work. We have a big project we are working on right now. Can I get a rain check?” I answered. “You work at the packhouse right?” Amara finally spoke. I nodded my head. “That must be so interesting. So what kind of big important project are you working on?” “Well I-” I began but Amara instantly cut me off. “Aren't you the maid? Are you doing a big laundry project or is it a mopping project?” She snickered clearly thinking she was being funny.

he says as we make our way towards the other trainees who got selected. I just give him a polite smile to say that i am ok with it. He introduced me to 25 trainees. I already know orphalia, in short Li. All the others seems to be nice. Except one girl melanie, if her eyes are really capable of producing daggers, then i would have been dead by now. She, apparently is the daughter of an Alpha of a pack near by.

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.