The author of Paras Novel is Nimra Ahmed. You can read this novel online and also can download the PDF file from here.
Some other Novels written by Nimra Ahemd are Jannat Ke Pattay, Mushaf, Haalim, Namal, Karakoram Ka Taj Mehal, Apni Ungli, Iblees, Sans Sakin Thi, Husn E Anjam.
About Nimra Ahmed Paras Novel
“The novel Paras by Nimra Ahmed begins with these powerful opening lines:”
The wall of the conference room that faced the road was made entirely of glass. The view stretching beyond it was as beautiful and enchanting as a dream. An azure sky was dotted with clouds like tufts of cotton, which the lush green hills wore like crowns upon their heads. Between the deep ravines, a grey road snaked its way through the landscape like a serpent. In this serene vista, tourists could be seen strolling here and there, interspersed with the occasional car heading towards its destination. The morning, in all its splendor and coolness, was descending gently.
This was the scene of a secluded valley, some distance from Murree—a region that felt like a hidden paradise, safe from the crowds, smoke, and deafening noise of the city. And this conference room, showcasing the valley’s beauty through its glass facade, was located on the top floor of the area’s only six-star hotel. The block it was in, separate from the hotel’s residential wings, was reserved exclusively for management.
The road visible through the glass was at the rear of the hotel, and its gate was used by the hotel owners and high-ranking officers. For quite some time, this road had been completely deserted. The gentleman sitting next to the head chair had grown weary of repeatedly glancing at the empty seat beside him. Annoyed, he had just turned his neck to look down at the road when, at that very moment, a gleaming black car entered through the main gate. The sight jolted him to attention, and he immediately sat up straight. He cast a fleeting glance at the staff seated casually around him, then adjusted the knot of his tie and silently opened his file.
The black car pulled up to the entrance. The chauffeur quickly got out and opened the rear door. First, a foot clad in a black Kolhapuri sandal touched the ground, and then a young woman straightened up as she stepped out. From above, the features of her face were not clear; her eyes were hidden behind dark glasses. She had a dusky complexion and a straight part that ran perfectly down the middle of her head. On either side of the part, her hair fell over her shoulders and back—so black, thick, and lustrous, it resembled that of a model in a shampoo commercial, with no visible gap between the strands.
A black handbag dangled from her elbow. She wore a simple grey shalwar kameez and had a black shawl draped over her shoulders in such a way that its two ends fell across her chest, held in place by her arms without the use of any pins. From this high vantage point, her face remained indistinct.
With her head lowered, she walked into the building and vanished from the view offered by the glass wall.
Only a few moments passed before the same silhouette appeared beyond the glass doors of the conference room.
Someone noticed her. A whisper arose, spreading from one person to the next. Eyes lifted, and a stir rippled through the entire room. Everyone quickly straightened their postures, arranged their files, and opened their laptops. The soft sound of the door opening was heard, and the long wait was finally over.
The wall of the conference room that faced the road was made entirely of glass. The view stretching beyond it was as beautiful and enchanting as a dream. An azure sky was dotted with clouds like tufts of cotton, which the lush green hills wore like crowns upon their heads. Between the deep ravines, a grey road snaked its way through the landscape like a serpent. In this serene vista, tourists could be seen strolling here and there, interspersed with the occasional car heading towards its destination. The morning, in all its splendor and coolness, was descending gently.
This was the scene of a secluded valley, some distance from Murree—a region that felt like a hidden paradise, safe from the crowds, smoke, and deafening noise of the city. And this conference room, showcasing the valley’s beauty through its glass facade, was located on the top floor of the area’s only six-star hotel. The block it was in, separate from the hotel’s residential wings, was reserved exclusively for management.
The road visible through the glass was at the rear of the hotel, and its gate was used by the hotel owners and high-ranking officers. For quite some time, this road had been completely deserted. The gentleman sitting next to the head chair had grown weary of repeatedly glancing at the empty seat beside him. Annoyed, he had just turned his neck to look down at the road when, at that very moment, a gleaming black car entered through the main gate. The sight jolted him to attention, and he immediately sat up straight. He cast a fleeting glance at the staff seated casually around him, then adjusted the knot of his tie and silently opened his file.
The black car pulled up to the entrance. The chauffeur quickly got out and opened the rear door. First, a foot clad in a black Kolhapuri sandal touched the ground, and then a young woman straightened up as she stepped out. From above, the features of her face were not clear; her eyes were hidden behind dark glasses. She had a dusky complexion and a straight part that ran perfectly down the middle of her head. On either side of the part, her hair fell over her shoulders and back—so black, thick, and lustrous, it resembled that of a model in a shampoo commercial, with no visible gap between the strands.
A black handbag dangled from her elbow. She wore a simple grey shalwar kameez and had a black shawl draped over her shoulders in such a way that its two ends fell across her chest, held in place by her arms without the use of any pins. From this high vantage point, her face remained indistinct.
With her head lowered, she walked into the building and vanished from the view offered by the glass wall.
Only a few moments passed before the same silhouette appeared beyond the glass doors of the conference room.
Someone noticed her. A whisper arose, spreading from one person to the next. Eyes lifted, and a stir rippled through the entire room. Everyone quickly straightened their postures, arranged their files, and opened their laptops. The soft sound of the door opening was heard, and the long wait was finally over.
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