Arti And Jamal Novels & Stories

The call ended. I stared at the phone long after, my reflection staring back at me...tired, furious, unsure. I hated that another man even had a place in this story. Hated that Cierra’s past was now standing between us, breathing. *** Jamal arrived like he belonged nowhere and everywhere at once. Leather jacket. Sharp eyes. That careless confidence men wore when they’d never been held accountable for anything. He scanned the corridor, spotted me, and smirked. “So you’re him,” he said. “The guy playing savior.”

“You can call him and tell him that I’m interested.” A wide smile plastered across Jamal’s face. “Good.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Are you happy now?” He nodded, pulling me into a warm embrace. “Yes.” I bit my inner lips to stop myself from smiling as I gently pushed him away. “You’re sweaty. Go and take a shower before you hug me.” “Fair enough.” He laughed as he let go of me. “Are you leaving today?” Jamal nodded. “Yes, I have to go back home to prepare for my California event.”

he said. “Got any ideas?” “I can collaborate with the other artists in the neighborhood to design murals,” Jamal replied. “Sounds perfect!” “I’ll speak to them right away and see if we can begin by tomorrow,” he said and then dashed out. I pressed the food packs to my chest and was about to head to my room and drop them when I caught the portrait of Alex hanging on the wall. I smiled. ~~~~ Mile’s POV Rage! More anger than I had ever experienced coursed through my veins as I made my way to my room. I got to the door, kicked it, and the stormed inside.

how many years you have been working with me? Jamal is confused hearing his question. Still, he didn't dare to question back. Jamal replied, " Sir, for many years I am working with you. Even I have worked for your Uncle too." Well, Jamal is a Middle-aged man and Anirudh is a young man. Anirudh smiled and took a deep breath. Then he asked,' Why you betrayed me? Jamal gulped down his saliva. He is thinking, did he come to know about Aradhiya!!

Emma and Jamal joined me as we cleaned the house and took out the trash with the help of the chef. Slumping on the couch we exhaled sharply, “I dreamt of this day, and it's a reality, thank you once again Emma and Jamal I'm indebted to both of you.” Jamal scoffed, “Enough of the appreciation, Ave. I have a significant question for you, What is your plan now? I know you loved artistry…” I stared at him and immediately there was a strong pull in my heart to chase my dreams, “I would love to be an artist again!” I blurted out staring at Jamal and Emma

"She's a childhood friend of my husband, and they know each other since childhood. They met once again at a party and since then they keep in contact. This time also, she came to attend an art exhibition and met him and then I met her as well, and that's when I thought about taking her to the party with us. Though I didn't know this was going to be a problem, then I wouldn't have called her in the first place." "As they are artists, their bond is strong and I hope no outsider will try to tarnish their reputation at any cost, cause they are really good friends and nothing else. I hope this thought gets to everyone's head eventually, and nothing else will be discussed after this." "Thank you f

Greg said it like a man ripping off his own skin. His best friend didn’t laugh. Didn’t flinch. Just stared at him, waiting—because some truths arrive so bluntly they leave no room for disbelief, only consequence. “A friend took me there,” Greg continued. “Said he knew a place where men went when they wanted to forget who they were. He said there was a special guy. Someone who didn’t just perform, but made you feel chosen.” He paused, jaw tightening. “That guy was Jamal.” The name sat heavy between them.

Unknown to him, that the display of his attention sparked a thought of affection towards her. With her comfort ensured, he excused himself for a relaxing bath. Meanwhile, Natasha explored his abode and eventually found solace in his room, surrounded by captivating artwork she set down her tea cup on a nearby stand to admire more paintings and also pictures of Jamal's youthful past. Feeling overwhelmed, she kept her eyes locked in the beauty of the frames. Just as the sound of footsteps reached her ears, a rush of anticipation prompted her to exit the room swiftly. Yet, fate played its hand, and her hasty exit led to a gentle collision with Jamal. Enthralled and captivated, her gaze locked on

He responded with a smile. I returned his smile. Then something ran to the back of my mind. His name; Jamal. What was it about that name that was making me edgy? There was something familiar about it. Jamal... Jamal... He saw me struggling with my thoughts and grinned, then he said, "Let's make this easier for you. I'm Jamal Russo." I gasped.

But then again, she was that kind of step mother who just wanted me out of my father’s life, and she worked for that to happen. Arturo looked at me, and I slowly shook my head, silently asking him to close the topic. The elders were here, and this was the last thing that we both needed. He nodded in response as he turned his attention to Jada, one of the She-wolf elders who was also invited. She smiled at me as she took a bite off the small cinnabon. “You actually made all these?” Jada asked, her voice softening as she asked and I nodded. Arturo smiled, seeming proud, making my chest ache at the fact that I knew that this might have been an act, this whole morning could have actually been.