Asmara Di Balik Pintu Novels & Stories

Damascus continued to pack his bag as well as grab Amara's from the closet. After some time, he heard the doorknob turn as Amara returned to the room. She looked defeated and walked over to the bed. She sat on the edge and looked down at her feet. Damascus wasn’t sure of the feeling that come over him, but he did not like the look that she had. Damascus knelt before her and raised her chin so that he met her eyes. "It is for the best," he simply said. It wasn’t a great explanation, but Damascus was at a loss for words.

Her hand lingered against my cheek, cold as marble. She smiled; beautiful, sad, and almost loving. “Sleep tonight, Asaraiah. Deeply. And whatever you hear, whatever calls your name…” Her ruby eyes lifted toward the windows, their glow faint in the sunlight. “…don’t answer it.” ⸻ But as she turned to leave, her reflection in the glass didn’t follow. It stayed where I stood, staring back at me. And when the door closed behind her, I heard it. The whisper again.

said the young lady then looked at the door angry . " Aron ! " said the young lady and opened the door with full strength . " Shouldn't you be in Italy shopping , Amra ? " asked Aron surprised when he saw her at the door . " I wrote to you yesterday that I would be arriving today yet you............You have absolutely no grimace of respect or embarrassment when I see you laying on the bed naked with a naked woman next to you , do you ? " said Amra with a disgusted and annoyed expression .

At the end of the corridor, another door appeared. Much larger than the first. Heavy reinforced steel. An exit. Arthur slowed. “You know what waits on the other side?” Gabriel shrugged. “People?” Arthur laughed softly. “Exactly.” And somehow that sounded more dangerous than the archive. Ama stepped toward the final door. The control panel beside it lit automatically. For a brief moment, everyone expected another test. Another protocol. Another challenge. Instead, a simple message appeared. ACCESS GRANTED Nothing more. No conditions. No requirements.

With in a minute, the gate was opened by Asmara, claded in light blue shalwar kamiz, dupatta, on the head. ' Assalamualaikum, auntie '. Arman salamed. ' walaekumassalam beta, kese ho, Ander aao ', Asmara opened the gate widely, letting him pass, that's when she saw Daniyal. ' assalamualaikum auntie '. Daniyal also said politely. ' arey Daniyal, bohat saalo baad Nazar aye tum dono'. ( Oh Daniyal, you both came after many years).

The elders passed all of them smiles thinking they were bonding behind the hushed whispers, where in reality it was anything but that. Asmara’s face had turned red with embarrassment but she was quick to conceal it with a smile and looked over to Mustafa who was concentrating on eating his breakfast as if it was nothing. It was only Maria who felt sorry for her and tried to console her even after knowing she was clearly threatening her place. But she did not want to ponder over it as Asmara had already successfully taken her place. If she wanted to create a bond with her in-laws, what was wrong in that ? They all were going to accept her one day or the other.

I saw how their eyes lingered on me a bit as if they found something interesting on my face. The guards nodded and opened the small gate door. "Welcome to the North Snow Palace, Ms. Amara," they said, their aura changing abruptly. I gave them a brief smile before entering the small door. I took a deep breath and was even more taken aback by the massive palace in front of me.

We got to the door and I bent beside Asher, “you have to stay here till we get back, can you do that for me?” He nodded, “yes, dad.” He responded. I smiled and held Amara’s hand, leading her into the restroom. “I can help myself, I’m a big girl.” She chuckled and entered into one of the segments. While I was waiting for her, a woman came out of another one of the segment and she gazed at me, a horrible look, “what are you doing here, your pervert!” “I am just…” “Why do you have to come into the ladies restroom, didn’t you see it boldly written at the door that it meant for the ladies?”

He noticed the uneasiness on Arman's face when he responded. "She went out to where?" He asked again. "Uhm—no idea." Arman replied. "Arman..." "Oh! There's an ice cream in the fridge. Do you want ice cream? I want ice cream. Yes, I want ice cream." "Arman, where's Amara?" He insisted. Darson can see that the kid knows something that he doesn't want to tell him. "I'm here. I just went out to by some new books." Amara appeared at the door.

“If the door slams shut behind us, I’m blaming Amara.” Amara didn’t turn around, but her voice carried back, calm and cool. “If the door slams shut behind us, you won’t have time to blame anyone.” Finn straightened, suddenly unsure if she was joking. The narrow corridor they followed twisted like an alley between two towering walls, the light dimming with every turn. Finally, they reached the very end, where a massive stone door blocked the way. It was unlike any door they had seen…...smooth and solid, carved with strange symbols worn down by centuries.