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Mr. And Mrs. Hearts And Guns. (Slow Updates) by thegirlnextdoor7781
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Sagarika Sharma - The redefinition of diamonds are a girl's best friend because her best friend is her gun and she trusts it more than she trusts people. Serving her nation was always her dream and that is how she managed to clear the county's most difficult exam to land up country's most difficult job and that is when the country's strongest organization found her, tested her, and took her under its wing and they have gained from it ever since. She is truly a force to reckon with despite being the youngest of the lot. It doesn't take her a minute to kill when required and spill blood when asked and she is proud of that. R&AW is her passion, love and everything. Dr. Agasthya Singhania - Cardiologist. Savior. God for some. It's his job to save lives and he is among the best fit for it. At the age of twenty-nine, he has conducted the most complicated of surgeries, and helped people and he does all of this with zero emotions evident. He is called the heartless heart fixer as a joke in his own hospital but little do they know that Agasthya Singhania is a synonym of passion or else he wouldn't be where he is. His patients love him and he loves his work. **** A doctor and an intelligence officer have no business being together now, do they? Dig in to find out! A SHORT NOVEL.
His Reporter Biwi.✅ by thegirlnextdoor7781
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Excuse me!? .. What? Marriage? What marriage are you talking about?" I shouted. Shreya, you are being called. You start in exactly 1.5 minutes. Hurry up!" shouted Rahul, my colleague. Without thinking I started running out of my room and like a klutz I am, was about to fall down when a strong pair of arms caught me. He helped me stand properly. "Aree you all right?" He asked. " Yes" I replied promptly. "I'm Kabir." He said extending an arm towards me. "And I'm late" I shouted and ran to the PR. I heard some chuckles. . . . . . . . Shreya Kashyap- She is a 24 years old Reporter. She loves her job and is dedicated to it wholeheartedly. She works in a reputed news channel. She is very confident and sarcasm drips off her tongue. She is her daddy's little girl and the centre of her brothers existence. She has been single is all the 24 years of her existence. Though she has a vast friend circle, her best friend is Anika, who is a reporter too. They both work in the same organisation and have known each other since they were is diapers. Kabir Rathore- He is 27 year old CEO of his own company. He has a very powerful aura around him and he loves his family and can do anything for them. He is a man of less words. He is his mummy's boy. He has many acquaintances but one best friend Dhruv Singhania who is the CFO of Kabir's company. He avoids the topic of marriage like plaque.
The CEO'S Possession.✅ by thegirlnextdoor7781
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Shreya Kashyap- She is a 21 year old mass communication student. She loves her career line and is dedicated to it wholeheartedly. She studies in a prestigious college in Mumbai. She is very confident and sarcasm drips off her tongue. She is her daddy's little girl and the centre of her brothers existence. She has been single is all the 21 years of her existence. Though she has a vast friend circle, her best friend is Anika, who is doing the same course as her's and are in the same college. Kabir Rathore- He is 25 year old CEO of his own company. He has a very powerful aura around him and he loves his family and can do anything for them. He is a man of less words.. He has many acquaintances but one best friend Dhruv Singhania who is the CFO of Kabir's company. He avoids the topic of marriage like plaque, yet women die to be with him because of his sheer good looks and his billionaire status.
Ms Sharma And Mr Grey.✅ by thegirlnextdoor7781
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This amazing cover of the book is done by @TrendCazie. Thank you so much!!❤️❤️ Smriti Sharma- She is a 25 year old agent in Research and Analysis Wing (RAW) India. She is assigned a covert operation in New York to neutralise the terrorists attack in India which are being planned there. Not even her parents are aware about her mission. She lives in Delhi. Christian Grey- He is the usual arrogant billionaire. Owns Grey Enterprise. Loves his family and work. His great grandmother is an Indian. He loves her a lot and can do anything for her. Ladies drool over him. He has been into numerous relationships but none has been serious. Both are tied into an arranged marriage. Smriti did it for her country and Christian did it for his great grandmother. Will this arranged marriage survive or will they separate their ways after the completion of her mission. Stay tuned to find out more. PS- In the initial chapters, Christian will be unaware about Smriti being a RAW agent.
The Third String. [ SAMPLE, FULL BOOK ON AMAZON KINDLE ] by thegirlnextdoor7781
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" No! Get away from me. You are not my mumma and you will never be. I hate you and papa hates you too. I don't wanna talk to you.!" Sahil screamed. " Sahil, baby I am not trying to take your mumma's place. Please just let me tend to your would or you will get infection." I tried to pacify my four year old son. " No. I can do it on my own!" He shouted and ran back to him room. I sighed and knocked my mother in law's room. She is not fond of me either. Only two people in the house truly understand me, my father in law and my sister in law who is in her first year college. My so called husband wants nothing to do with me. I am only his son's nanny who is incapable of doing her job. " Where is Sahil?" The deep voice roared in the living room. " In his room." I replied not looking at him. " You had one fucking job. To take care of my son and you couldn't do that too." He directed his anger towards me. " 5...4...3...2...1" I counted backwards to calm my anger. " I tried to aid to him. He wouldn't listen to me." I said honestly. Without a word, he stormed into Sahil's room. " Like father, like son. God, why do you have to make things so difficult for me!" I exclaimed, climbing up to my room. Shivanya Sharma- A practicing criminal lawyer by profession, big softie at heart. She is loved by everyone and has a very supporting family. Has three close friends and can do anything for them. Is twenty five but still loves chocolates. Abhimanyu Singhania- A twenty nine year old entrepreneur. He used to be a jolly personality but after his wife Aditi's death, he built walls so high around him, no one can see the real him. He has a son, Sahil whom he loves to the moon and back and can fight with the world for him. Gets married to Shivanya only for Sahil. What has destiny in store for both of them? When two fireballs collide, will it lead to destruction or creation of something beautiful?
Mismatched Love.✅ by thegirlnextdoor7781
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" Mumma, I am eighteen right now. I've not even started my college and you want me to get married to man who is six years older! This is not fair." I shouted, exasperated. " Swara, your sister has betrayed all of us and has run away from her own wedding. All the guests are waiting for the bride to come out. You know your grandfather's medical condition . He will not be able to take any shock right now and you if you don't go out, his hard earned reputation will get tainted and he may not be able to absorb this shock." Mumma tried to reason. " What about Aditya....? I call him jiju (brother in law) for god's sake maa!" I exclaimed. " He will be okay with this marriage." Amrita aunty said, entering the room. " Mumma...this is going to spoil three lives." I tried, talking sense. " Swara, beta please do this for both of the families." Aunty said, folding her hands in front of me. " I need to talk to him first." I demaded to which both of them obliged and within next five minutes, my so called jiju was standing in front of me. " I tried to reason out with them. Turns out they did not understand. Didi loves you. I think she must have been forced to take this decision." I said, defending Kritika di. " Forced? Her letter clearly states otherwise." He spoke with so much hatred in his voice. I kept quiet. " Get dressed and come to the mandap (pavilion)" He said and left the room, banging the door on his way. " Thank you so much ganpati bappa (god) for throwing me in this mess." I muttered and without an option, started getting ready. God, what is going to happen with my life now!