Badzaat Novel By Misbah Nosheen Novels & Stories

Her child, Baby, is constantly monitored via CCTV, a measure Aira put in place to ensure safety and peace of mind. Waking up early, feeling well-rested, Aira diligently completes her morning rituals before heading downstairs to eat and then proceed to the office. She works at a boutique and bar alongside Raven, where she is currently immersed in auditing finance budgets and everyday sales. Despite her trust issues, she acknowledges Raven’s intelligence and work ethic. This professional relationship has its own set of challenges, as Aira feels the need to closely check Raven’s work.

he said bitterly. Maahi found herself reluctantly intrigued. "To cut the long story short, while I was foolishly writing poems immortalizing her beautiful eyes, my Casanova brother seduced her innocence away and when she fell pregnant, refused to marry her. Shazia killed herself out of shame. She never knew that I loved her. I would have married her in a heartbeat had she confessed her problem to me. I never forgave Usmaan for her death, not that it mattered to him. You see, Usmaan wanted to marry into money and-or power, the easiest way to give his illegal businesses a boost. Shazia didn't come from either."

I needed to know if I could really do this. I found myself standing outside Nathaniel’s sleek penthouse building. My heart pounded as I stared up at the towering structure. The security guard recognized me from the charity gala and let me in without question. Before I knew it, I was knocking on Nathaniel’s door. He opened it, looking surprised but not unwelcoming. “Evelyn?” “I need to talk,” I blurted out. He stepped aside, allowing me in. The place was even more luxurious than I’d imagined. Tall windows, sleek furniture, and the city lights twinkling far below us.

She knows I have a weakness for it and I suppose she made it specifically to cheer me up. When I try again and fail to go back to sleep, I pick up my novel and try to concentrate on the storyline but find myself constantly distracted. With a final sigh of frustration, I step out of bed and make my way towards the kitchen. I keep the lights off to avoid waking anyone or having them wonder who's down here.

Chapter 22 Zariah’s POV The city outside her windows glittered like a field of diamonds scattered over black velvet. From this height, the streets didn’t roar; they pulsed — a quiet rhythm of headlights and life, a reminder that even when empires trembled, the world refused to pause for anyone. Zariah stood barefoot on the marble floor, one hand resting on the cool glass. Her reflection stared back — still, poised, unreadable. The news cycle had already devoured her, spat her name across headlines, and moved on to the next scandal.

At least I found a family where I'm loved and accepted. "You know Shayari , your bade abbu's love story is the most interesting one among us. He and his love, obsession and madness for his doll. Adwitiya bhabhi was a lucky girl but don't know was it her or their destiny that played the cruel part." Ryan chachu said. " is it? "Adeel bhai jaan (Azisha's husband) asked " Yes it is. They were so perfect for each other. I admired them more than abbu and ammi. And they also knew it. "Azisha Api

she hissed. Camila chuckled lightly and earned a glare from Joan “Oh please, it’s too funny to let it pass without laughing,” she shook her head then stopped laughing and gave a serious look “It is an inviting offer but weird, what if you were some serial killer who kills rich handsome men for a living?” Joan looked at her in disbelief and shook her head at her assumptions. “What exactly are you reading that is giving you these ideas?” “It’s a crime documentary darling, and it gives you a sense of security somehow” she shrugged.