Book For Visa Novels & Stories

She snorted from the bottom of her lungs ," RISHABH!!! WHO IS HE?" After 2 hours of long arguments and showing documents of Vihaan's travelling and Bunny and Shivli ' s bags. Mansi and their children somehow understood the situation but still did not want to believe it but it's impossible for Vihaan to use Bunny's passport to travel from one country to another. Vihaan also carried his passport and they found one letter. It's usal whenever he travelled he wrote a letter to his mother. They read and got more confused.

But the sender was not my husband. It was an automated notification from the immigration office. Visa Application Status: APPROVED. You may enter the country in seven (7) days. Seven days. I stared at the screen. The words blurred, then sharpened, then blurred again. I had applied for the visa three months ago, on a night when we made love and Cassian murmured Vanessa's name with no explanation he cared to offer. I had done it quietly, in secret, with a shaking hand and a heart that still did not fully believe I would go through with it. It had felt like a fantasy. A lifeboat on a distant horizon I would never actually swim toward.

Estonia's eyes flickered towards a book next to her and she handed it to me, "Familiarise yourself with this.” I took the book from her hands, feeling the weight of it in my grip. The cover was worn, the pages thick and yellowed at the edges. Whatever was unsure had been used for years. "This contains everything you need to know," Estonia said, tapping the cover. "Guest lists, shipment records, schedules, codes, Study it. If someone asks you a question, you better have an answer.” I flipped the book open, scanning the first few pages. Names, dates, locations—everything was meticulously documented. This wasn’t just some ordinary ledger; it was a record of power, of control. A single mistake w

before entering another room filled with machines. “What is this?” Eva asked giving the book to Everest. “This was brought to the library just recently, it’s called ‘The birth of disaster’.”

“We’re heading to one of my most favorite places on earth. Let’s not fight. Let’s just enjoy our trip together.” “Right, I agree.” I riffle through the pages of my passport. There’s a Visa card and a plane ticket inserted in them. I take out the Visa card, which just like the passport, has all my correct information printed on it. I scratch the edge of it, while blankly staring at it with a prayer in my head that these pieces of information should be the only things they could ever dig from me, nothing else. After some time of silent praying, a huge chunk of my panic crumbles under my feet. Then I remove my blank stare from the Visa card and angle my now focused gaze to the plane ticket that

She followed all the procedures until she got to the immigration, she showed her passport, ticket and visa and she was told to stand aside and she became confused on what happened, her heart began to beat faster as she could see others on the line whenever their passport, ticket and Visa is been checked they are allow to go and few minutes later some security led her into a room where she was interrogated by another immigration officer. The man was sitting and he uses his hand to motion her to sit which she did and the securities leaves them and stay outside. “ Do you know you are traveling with an invalid Visa? The man asked in a cool voice and Marylyn was lost with the question asks becaus

He would wait for her and keep apologizing until she forgave him. But when he went back to their room, he saw a paper that caught his eye. He frowned as he read it. It was a photocopy of some important documents. One in particular stood out: Application for Canada Visa. “What does this mean?” he asked aloud, confused. He swallowed hard and read it more carefully. A cold feeling crept over him. His chest felt heavy. It all started to make sense. “Vangie’s leaving. She’s going to Canada.”

“Choked on air.” Aislen smirked. Their turn came and the receptionist looked up expectantly as they leaned over the counter. “Baby Book?” “There’s a book?” Aislen blinked. “I have a book,” Heath said, frowning. “About babies.” “The one your GP gives you,” the receptionist was patient. “Your GP did give you a Baby Book didn’t they?” Aislen shook her head. The receptionist nodded wearily and reached under the desk producing a blue diary. “This your first appointment?” She asked opening the diary.

Sandra saw Christine leaving with her bag.When she came to know that Christine is leaving for the day, She suggested going for snacks break.Christine did not object to her idea.Sandra immediately tagged along with her to Global travel desk.Christine gave them her travel dates.Team informed her that they will email her air tickets once she uploads her Passport scan copy with business visa.

Canadian High Commission, Abuja – March 15, 2026, 9:07 a.m. The waiting room smelled like cold air-con, old carpet, and that faint metallic fear everybody carries when they’re begging another country to save their life. Chino and Wale sat side by side on hard plastic chairs, knees just touching enough to feel real. New burner phones powered off and buried deep in their bags. Hoodies up, sunglasses on indoors trying to look like any other visa people, not two guys whose faces had been splashed across gossip blogs and prayer crusades as “sodomites on the run.”