Novel & Cerita Ayesha Hassan

"Salam. Bakhsish (thank you) dear. It's not very heavy.'' She replied in a kind voice. I gaped at her entranced. However, hearing what she said made me a feel bit down. I mean yeah she must have done this her entire life, what would she need my help for. ''Oh. Okay. Yeah...Sorry for disturbing you.'' I returned awkwardly. I couldn't hide my disappointment despite trying. Meanwhile, she smiled softly watching me with her warm blue eyes. I turned to leave with a nod, when I heard her call out. "Though, I would like it if you could help me with this one." I watched her extending the basket in her hand to me, in shock. Taking turns, looking between her and the basket, I broke into a wide smile

I tapped explore and the first thing that came to my mind to search for was Faryah. She was using Faryah Mustapha Edwards now. She was easy to find. She didn't have any posts and her followers weren't that bad. 10k. Cool. I looked at the photos she was tagged in and my heart sank as I looked at her pictures in African wears. She was so beautiful. There were different photos here, with she and her family and my daughter. My Najmah. There were some with the Khalifa guy, their pictures pained my body, heart and soul. No one could deny that they honestly looked very good together and here I was on the side-line.

Bimbo laughed, she was glad she met a friend. Aisha and a pretty young woman come up some minutes later, she was tall that Ben thought the height was a common thing in their family, everyone she knew from the family was tall. "Ben, meet Hassanat. the great CEO." Aisha introduced then. "Hassanat, the lady you made an abaya for. My colleague at work and Roshan's wife to be." "Oh my God, you're even more beautiful in person." Hassanat checked Ben out. "You're really beautiful." She complimented.

The girl who sat next to her came up to her to introduce herself . "Hi sanjana ,i am ayesha .so you are from dehradun ,its a nice place isn't it ?" " Hi ,yes dehradun is peaceful" " So ,where do you stay ? ,ayesha asked curiously "actually with my friend's family" " sanjana lied as darsh told her too. "Ooh 'ok"ayesha looked satisfied "Today we are getting our final project assignment which should be completed ina month and the assignment marks will be added to the main exam marks ,it's good you joined today only that way you will be able to finish it given time ."ayesha informed sanjana .

ohh mom, give us the picture of Bhabhi I want to see her - said Reyan excitedly. "Rey I've not even met her - I said glaring at him. "ohh Allah stop you bickering here take my phone her name is izzah Ahmed. And she is faishon designer by profession - said mom and gave her phone to reyan, As he saw that picture his eyes widened. What happened. "maa Isn't she looking old for ahad, I mean she will look like ahad's mother - said reyan still shocked. "reyan what are you saying izzah is so beautiful have you gone nuts - said mom giving are-you-mad look to reyan.

she rolled her eyes. “Oogle her,” Sikandar suggested. Suleiman quickly clicked a pic and searched her up on the net. “Hey! That’s a violation of our privacy,” A red-haired girl said before trying to snatch Suleiman’s phone but he kept the phone out of her reach. “No way,” Suleiman exclaimed and showed the result to Sikandar. “Princess Ayesha bint Musa Asad Shah!” Sikandar read the result aloud. “Shh! Keep it down!” One of the girls hushed him.

Her chest is rising and falling as if she ran to get here, and I feel a sense of annoyance at the though of her discomfort. “You ok Honey?” I hear Sherry ask snapping us both out of our trance for just a second. She blinks and her head makes a slight shake as she comes to, and smiles. That smile is what I have been missing my whole life. She starts to slowly walk forward and I'm mesmerized by the way her hips sway in the most delicious way. There is some kind of conversation going on between her and Sherry, but I'm hypnotized by her whole presence.

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

I felt helpless. "It's nice to finally formally meet you Channing. Tate's told me all about you," she greeted with a smile. The crows feet under her eyes picked up with her grin and her olive skin creased in the corners of her mouth. Her short brown hair was styled in a pixie cut along with a pair of chic eyeglasses. I can't believe she's able to beat Tate and Cristian around like they say she can! "I-it's nice to meet y-you t-to-too Luna F-Frances," I sputtered. Her smile faltered a bit. "Hon it's just Frances. You're the Luna now. How are you feeling? Are you in pain. I can get Dr. Geeson in here," Frances said quickly.

"And now, for our final nominee...after rigorous deliberation by the committee. The winner of this year's best actress and queen of the entertainment industry is......" I snapped out of it, rushing towards the sofa with a soft thump. I fixated my gaze on the screen, afraid that it would all be over if i blinked . "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome on stage....Miss Irina Williams!!." - The hostess announced. The crowd cheered, applause ringing as i watched Irina walk up the aisle , a soft smile adorned on her soft features as she waved her hands gracefully. Her off- shouldered, red sequel dress sparkled under the lights. She looked absolutely stunning as the crowd adored her.