Amanat Novel By Rukhsana Nigar Novels & Stories

Then Isma Jamal, a hijabi, and a very beautiful girl, she is 25 years old and then it was Amal Abrar, a very modern girl with a lot of makeup plastered on her face and she was 26 years old. Then Musa Khan's eyes moved to her and with a smirk, he nodded at her to speak. Gulping, she looked at him and jerk off the fear. Plastering a smile she started. "Hello....my name is Nayyab Rehman... I am 25... I love to read novels and paintings...I was really excited to begin my job." Her "was" didn't go unnoticed by him and his amusement perk up. "Nice miss Nayyab. But are you not excited anymore?" He asked tauntingly. She looked at him with so much fire in her orbs and then smiled. "I am...."

Ankita was least bothered about her appearance but still did as she was told for the sake of her child. She sat like a doll while the attendant did her makeup. "Madam, you sit here. Sir will come to escort you." Saying this she left. "Is your Madam ready,Smita?" Elijah asked when she came out of Ankita's room. "Yes Sir," Smita said, bowing her head down. "You can go now." He said and Smita went away from there. Elijah entered her room and stood rooted at his spot ,seeing Ankita's simple yet beautiful look. Wearing a beautiful navy blue floor length Anarkali with silver designs paired with a heavy embroidered Dupatta (Shawl) ,She was perfectly defining the definition of perfect beauty.

There stood Aunty Salamatu -Nana's mother- with narrowed eyes and pursed lips. She wearing a simple black abaya which means she's still wearing the skirt and shirt Rukayyah saw her with earlier and put the abaya because she is going to see a non-mahram -Mashhub. Rukayyah will never hear the end of it since she made her leave all the chores inside and ferried out hear to talk some senses into her niece. There are a lot of work hanging there and she alone can tell the other workers what to do but the stupid girl here is making her do more than she has to. "You two, come here." Her hands akimbo, she sent a quelling glare at them as they both cheekily grinned at her before standing up, they look

I ignored her questions and asked again, " Please, tell me. Do you know any Anamika Agnihotri?" " Yes, she was your mother's best friend. Anamika was a good girl. I always wanted her as my daughter instead of your mother. Anamika was the daughter of Umang Agnihotri who was a rich man at that time. Your grandfather used to work under him.bYour mother and Anamika was a very good friend. Anamika always helped your mother in every way possible.

Suddenly, Amna stopped as her eyes widened, her heart began to throb in her chest. Sheharzaad following Amna's fear-stricken stare turned backwards and saw Shehryaar standing there. A smile sprawled on her lips after along time. When her lips streched in a smile, she thought, she had forgotten of how to genuinely smile. A smile that glimmered in her eyes too but no words left her mouth. "It's time for the rukhsati," Someone said, approaching them and he held her hand. "Allah hafiz, Sheharzaad," Amna said.

" Aman did not believe her words. Because what he had heard and what Ishant was saying did not match at all, but he calmed himself down and acted as if he was convinced by Ishant's words. Then Aman said ok to him and asked him to come inside. While going inside, Ishant looked back and nodded his head and started walking ahead. All that remained behind were two deep and cold eyes. he was watching them leave. After going inside, Aman went to Akhil and the other boys. He didn't say anything to anyone and continued enjoying the function as usual. but his eyes was still looking for that men .aman is confused who was that men?what was they talking about?what are there plan? aman has so many questi

Abhimaan asked him which on hearing Atul told him "No I have only one purpose to meet you and that is Janhavi. I want my sister back" Abhimaan put one leg on the other and kept his head on the chair leaning back and said in low dangerous tone while curling his hand in tight fist under the table "The one you are asking me to return is not your sister Janhavi Mathur, my wife Janhavi Abhimaan Rana Pratap Singh so throw the thought of taking my wife away from me out of your mind because it can never happen. She is my wife and she will be with me till my last breath”

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He was running inside the park, still thinking about last night event when he crossed a bench on which someone was sleeping, his gaze fell on the person for a second before passing but he stopped and looked back. Ayat was sleeping peacefully, lying on a bench straight. he looked around while breathing heavily because of too much running but there was no one as it was still dark and foggy. he walked back and looked at her closely. she was wearing a sky blue shirt with simple embroidery on the edges and white trousers and scarf, making his gaze still on her face. there was so much peace on her face which made him jealous and angry. "do you own this bench miss?..."arham asked in a slightly rude