Book For Visa Novels & Stories

For the past week, I have been sending my passport back and forth to embassies. And If I don’t have all my visas ready by the end of the week, Ismail will have me served up on a silver platter for dinner. Ismail had to push back the trip to next week because of me. I feel bad, but there is nothing I can do about it except pray and hope to have all my visas by next week. I am currently at a car workshop, getting my car back from repair. I am about to get into my vehicle when I get a call from Waheeda.

I thought that was simply because they were dangerous but it didn’t occur to me that they were formidable in all aspects. “RIght away.” The man bowed to his boss and then started walking towards us. The guy named Silva approached us and handed me some documents and a passport. Ria took the passport while I went over through the documents. After scanning them, Ria and I looked at each other in confusion. This didn’t make any sense. Everything seemed normal and according to her Visa she can stay here for the next four months too. “Thank you very much.” Ria and I returned the stuff to Silva with reluctancy.

I replied and gave Felix a fake 'I'm sorry' smile, and left the dining room. I answered the phone once I was alone. "Hello." "Ms. Van Acker," Penny spoke. "I'm sorry for the late call." "Don't worry about it. Just tell me what you found." My patience was wearing thin by the second. "If you apply for the tourist visa, it will take a month or two for the visa to arrive. But if you were to have some business matters you needed to tend to, or if you had an event you were invited to, you could apply for a business visa. You could get it in two weeks," she replied.

I asked Adam, pointing at the booklet. "This, my love," he began, waving the booklet, "is your ticket to the world. It is called an international passport. With it, you can get permission through visas to visit other parts of the world." He said, smiling, and my eyes lit up. "I have been discussing a lot with my father.." he continued, "and he has agreed that we can go live permanently in Duniya."

I said and the person on the line was my travel agent that helps me arrange my passport and visa because of I don't like spending time at the embassy. " What's up? I asked. "Your visa to Australia was declined" he replied. " What?! What happened ?I asked. " Australia embassy says they are not issuing visa for singles that they are currently offering spouse visa from now till eight months time" He said. " What?! A whole eight month? I asked worriedly. " Yes" He replied. " I am single and I need to deliver the goods within a month " he says. " I know how to fasten it but we would need a wedding certificate" he says.

the guard said. “I told you, I lost it,” she said. “I am afraid you’ll have to find it before I let you enter,” the guard said. “If you still don’t cooperate, I’ll have to inform the authorities.” Several people in the crowd around them checked their pocket notebooks. Is that notebook the VIP visa? Maybe I can’t just sneak in. I’ll need a notebook first or else the alarm will go off. And the fastest way to get a visa without revealing myself would be — to steal one.

I closed my social media, feeling as calm as still water. The next morning, I started packing my things. While Kyron was away, I made all the necessary preparations. I booked a flight abroad, packed my belongings, and prepared the divorce papers. After doing all this, I deactivated my social media, threw away my SIM card, and began my solo holiday.

Documents spread across the mahogany desk: their marriage certificate, utility bills, bank statements, correspondence, emails, and letters from legal counsel. Amara sat quietly at the table, reviewing each page, while Edward moved between stacks of papers and the large floor-to-ceiling whiteboard he had requisitioned for the occasion. Every question they might be asked was anticipated. Every potential challenge rehearsed. “Your visa status, Amara,” Edward said finally, voice low, “must be irrefutable. Everything aligns with the documents. Do you understand?” “I understand,” she said evenly. “But what about the questions they’ll ask about… us?”

announces Imak. Derya nods, “Consider it done.” “Next order of business is a unique one,” says Imak as we all turn to the next page. I fail to hide my surprise as I feel the words under my fingertips. “A visum?” Nuray says, her voice carrying the same surprise I, and I’m sure many of us, feel. I can’t remember the last time we had to handle a situation regarding a visum… actually I can’t recall ever having to do that.

Seventy percent of the reason was him, and the rest of the thirty percent was working for what I want to be now and what I want to become for the rest of my life. All afternoon I send résumés to some publishers and local newspapers. The only time I go out, of course, being careful as to be inconspicuous as possible to the paparazzi, is to go to the embassy to get a temporary student visa, as my temporary visa runs out in a week. I need to streamline this so that I won’t be deported. I am told that my visa will be valid for two years; the time it took for me to finish my graduate degree. I am so happy that I am told that I can get a job and have all the benefits as an ordinary citizen of the