Novel & Cerita Anmol Mohabbat Novel By Biya Ahmed

Original Author ANAMIKA ANA has made this tiny change to cooperate with goodnovel. Author’s note: Hello dear readers! Thanks for reading my book. This story originates from my imagination only and doesn't represent any person or places. If you are a fan of spicy protagonists alongside some action and drama this book may match your taste. Warning: The later chapters in this book have strong mature content. Please read at your own risk.

" I felt a pang in my chest hearing her words. Is it possible that.... I'm wrong about her. Maybe her intentions really are pure and....she really loves me. I kept a hand on my heart that just skipped at that thought. Why am I soo excited?! A lot of girls love me....why is she soo different? Bhai gave her a speech about how it isn't her fault and that she should hold on. She looked at him and smiled. "You know Amaal, you are like my human diary.... I can freely share everything with you without being judged or ignored. You're my best friend...and I love you." She hugged him.

“But what did I get in return of all my love? Betrayal? My brother died because of you. All my life I lived without any love or care. I never knew what family feels like. But when I met Raghav, he gave me the love like a father, a brother and a good friend. For the first time in my life I knew what a family felt like. All the maids took care of me like a mother. I was so happy. I didn’t want anything else. But what did you do? I saw all of them getting killed one by one in front of my eyes all because of you. Why Ansh? Why? Answer me…What did you want that I couldn’t give you that you killed all my loved ones? Why?” Shama shouted at his as she pushed him back. Ansh stood up from the ground a

Be like a diamond, precious and rare, not like a stone, found everywhere.” –Anonymous If you haven't prayed your salah please pray this book can wait but your Salah can't Happy reading Meerab p.o.v At night I tossed from this side to another and couldn't contain my excitement to meet Humza again . " Will you let me sleep? " Angel Di smacks a pillow on my face . " Di.." I grunt holding my nose . " Don't Do me sleep " she scolded then turn her side to continue sleeping .

I realized I needed more than just one-night stands. So I decided when I returned home I would take out Amelia's boss. Amelia didn't tell me many details, only that her name was Dionnah. She was 26, an accountant, and African American. I thought the name Dionnah sounded familiar but I didn't question Amelia about it. I didn't know if I should trust Amelia to set me up on a date. What if this chick was hideous or even a man pretending to be a woman? I love Amelia as a sister but sometimes she did some crazy things.

Mehak turn around and see ibrahim he came forward and torn the papers and says firstly mehak with whom permission you go outside the house? I told ammi before going out says mehak.... Did you ask me? No says mehak second thing my doll you lie with ammi you told her that you are going for shopping..... Sorry says mehak...... I see you later my beautiful wife let me see your maasi first..... So kayanat khan you are suffering from cancer right? Y yes

God, it did. My hand shook slightly as I reached for the cup he'd drank from earlier. I brought it to my lips and took a large gulp from it. It burned my throat harshly. I couldn’t explain it. I didn’t know if it was hate or heat or obsession, but I knew I’d never felt anything like this in my life. And I hated how much I was craving more. Even though I was supposed to hate it. Hate that I was now a prisoner. Or worse, a pet. Of the most fearsome man in the state.

Shehryaar was a tough and hard man who knew nothing of love and Anissa was determined to give him love and make him happy so that he may have a different perspective that would ultimately lead to change. "You should go and freshen up." Amma told. Anissa nodded and left. A maid escorted her to the master bedroom. Again she was left in awe of the beautiful room. The furniture was posh and retro styled. There was large king sized bed in the middle. The walk behind the bed was painted a smokey grey. There was a large window at the left side of the bed which gave a clear view of the Arabian Sea outside. The air was salty and humid.

“Don’t be afraid of the confusion, Aneet. Sometimes the most real things start out feeling impossible to name.” “Thank you,” she said sincerely. “For the ride and for the advice.” “Anytime. Get some rest,” Mohit replied with a knowing smile. “Tomorrow is a new day.” She walked into her apartment in a daze. After freshening up, she lay in the dark, Mohit’s words echoing in the quiet of her room. ‘Do you love him?’ ‘Everyone sees what you’re refusing to name.’ She stared at the ceiling. She thought of Ahaan. “Do I like him because he’s the first boy I ever allowed close? Or because he genuinely feels like something more?”

Sikandar Shah ended up chuckling at her. "Sikandar Shah, you are crossing the limits…." Biya's whole body was slightly trembling. "You are also not making any amendment to stop these limits from advancing further, my love. Or whether it is love which is creating an obstacle in your way." Sikandar Shah swiped the drops of sweat coming out on her face and Biya just turned her eyes from him. "I hate you, Sikandar Shah. I hate you to the extent that if you feel its extremeness you will just end up getting burn and turning into ashes." Despite her control, the tears slipped down her cheeks.