Badzaat Novel By Misbah Nosheen Mga Nobela at Kwento

My love, you make my Imaan rise, you help me in the Dunya, and for this and many other reasons, I want to meet you again in Jannah! If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't Happy reading… Meerab p.o.v " Here…. Your favourite " I serve the paratha filled with green chillies . I gave a sickly sweet smile . His eyebrows automatically furrowed . I press my lips into thin lines…. trying my best not to laugh…

I'm just gonna own the fact that I can be bribed into liking people. As we sat down for dinner, unable to bear the tantalising aroma of the kachchi before me any longer, I dipped my fingers in the heavenly warm rice. Fariah nudged me with her elbow as she sat down in the seat beside me. "See that uncle over there talking to Zayan, with the moustache?" Taking a moment to swallow the food in my mouth, I grinned. "Yeah, he looks angry." "That's Captain Aziz Khan, Keisha's mom's brother. He runs a precinct in London," Fariah grinned back, and I almost choked on a piece of kachchir alu with delight.

She sighed and touched my hair, patting it slowly. " It's fine, you'll be fine..... I promise " She assured and I forced a smile. ..... " We're here " The driver announced and my heart beat increased, as it began beating intently. " Baby " Mom tapped me and I raised my head. " Are you okay? " She asked and I nodded, before alighting from the car as the guards made way for me. I looked up at the big and enormous mansion before me. Staing at the magnificent building in front of me , I could only admire it. I had seen many houses before, but none ever matches the beauty of the one I'm staring at right now.

the woman asked. "Hello, Zam. You're really pretty," Bea said. "Just this morning, I just rested for a while before coming here. Chase was too tired from the flight so I didn't take him." Storm replied. The woman looked at me and I saw her frown. "Is he t--." "Yes." Storm didn't wait for what the woman had to say and answered it. "That's why he looks so much like Chase." the woman said. "Nigel, this is Zamara. She is Kiara's doctor." Storm introduced.

As the day passed her sobs became more painful. Her painful cry echoed throughout the night. ~~~~~ Next Day "Finally reached Mumbai. I was so bored throughout the whole flight. Finally some peace!" Aakriti said, slumping down on the couch as soon as they reached the penthouse. But Adrita was in deep thought. His penthouse is locked. Where is he? Maybe in the office, Adrita thought. Her face was pale as a sick person's. Her eyes had dark circles and she didn’t even sleep last night.

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His cruelty is beyond level. " Bade saheb(senior sir), what kind of monster you have made!! Fatima Khala murmured fixing her gaze on the poor cook. Note- So, what's your opinion about the chapter? 🤔 What do you think about Zayed? 😐 If you are liking the story then don't forget to comment and review to get an earlier update. Thanks for reading.❤

I feel so helpless right now. "What if I told you I heard about a job opportunity as a house cleaner, and the pay is catchy, and it could cover up for your sister's surgery f*e, you know? Besides, I heard he is a Billionaire, and who knows? You might even meet someone important.” as she leaned closer. Isabella's hope sparked. “A billionaire? That sounds too good to be true." Mia hesitated. "Well, I heard he expects perfection, and his staff works long hours. But if you're willing to take the challenge, I can set up an interview."

According to my fabricated story, she was the jealous lover who had struck back after a heated argument the night before. Moments after publishing, the article started gaining traction. Likes, dislikes, comments flooded in. Some people were outraged; others, predictably, indulged in schadenfreude. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that the seed had been planted. The narrative was out there, spreading like wildfire. Satisfied, I tossed the phone onto the passenger seat and started the engine. My next stop: Blossom Tea Shop. Emmanuella was already there, waiting for the so-called attorney who was supposed to help her.

I hated any other bright colors. My hair was still damp. I heard a car pull into the driveway of our neighbor, Mrs Smith.I walked over to my window and stared out the glass. A woman and the most beautiful girl I had ever seen got out.She had long dark hair.Judging from the way they interacted with Mrs Smith ,I could see they were family. Right then,the beautiful girl lifted her eyes to my window and our eyes locked for a second.I felt a connection .My,I must be crazy if I felt a connection to someone's who name I did not even know.