Novel & Cerita Dil Hara Novel By Zeenia Sharjeel

Later, alone in her room, Elara lay awake. Her body felt quiet. Balanced. But her mind wouldn’t rest. She sensed the presence again—not pushing, not pulling. Just… listening. “You feel them too,” she whispered. The presence did not answer. But it did not leave. The next morning, the first article appeared. THE WOMAN AT THE CENTER OF IT ALL. Elara read it carefully. It wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t kind. It was speculative. Incomplete. Dangerous. By noon, there were five more.

' The book was titled, 'Zaryaab' after the name of the male lead of that book. Sheharzaad's grey eyes again fixed on the sky, witnessing the birds. As the sun reached the horizon, the sky was a mix of orange and blue. Her mind was wondering to Shehryaar. Where was he? Should she apologize? Or should she wait for him? She found herself guilty in this situation. She should have broke it on the very first place to Maaz that she was married instead of going for that lunch. She knew that Maaz was interested in her but she was just finding the right time to reveal it to him and to everybody that she was married that too to Shehryaar Haider Syed.

But it still looked authentic. "Have you been working here for a long time?" Asked Arash. And he swallowed his disappointment again because Zaya refused to answer Arash's question for the umpteenth time. “Hmm .…” Arash was about to turn away and suppress his anger towards the girl when his eyes caught sight of a book that was very familiar to him. “A novel by Mira.Wv…?” And those words were what made Zaya then direct her full attention towards the man.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. HER DILEMMA. Copyright © 2018-202* by InamorataFeels. All rights reserved.

She has a phobia for height. She clenched her fist on his collar and closed her eyes tight that she never noticed when they got down. "Open your eyes." he said in a deep, commanding voice. She slowly opened her eyes and met with his pair of misty grey orbs. 'Oh my.' a voice spoke in her head. Alex dropped her down and looked at the city some distance away from them. They were only surrounded with few houses. Rielle brought out two veils from her pouch and gave the black one to Alex while she took the red.

WELLINGTON'S POV When my eyes slowly flutter open, the first thing I see is Dahlia. She’s sitting beside the couch where I’m lying, her head bent awkwardly to one side, supported by both hands folded beneath her chin as exhaustion drags her into a restless sleep. Her hair spills over her shoulder, partly hiding her face, but I still see the faint redness around her swollen eyes. She’s been crying again. The sight twists my chest. For a long moment, I just watch her quietly, not daring to move or touch her because I know she sleeps lightly, just like me. Any slightest movement, she’ll wake up, probably pretending she wasn’t exhausted enough to collapse beside the same man she claims she doesn

DAISY POV I stood there frozen, still clutching the pillow like it could somehow protect me. My damp hair dripped onto my shoulders, and the towel suddenly felt way too thin. These two women looked like they had stepped out of a magazine, while I looked like I had just rolled out of bed. The one with the deep red lips and wavy hair smiled wider, her eyes kind but assessing. “Hi, Daisy. I’m Zara. This is Lena.” She gestured to the woman beside her with the sleek bob and cat-like eyes. “Diesel sent us.”

FLASHBACK SMP NUSANTARA 01. Key was in the second grade at that time, she was a smart student. And just like other smart students who spend their break time in class with books, so does Key. Not that Key is pretentious to join in and keep quiet in class. But it is because Key likes to read. Like this time, Key was reading the popular novel of his day. A novel by one of his favorite authors. TERE LIYE, the writer whose real name is Dervish, is one of her favorites.

Again, so sorry for not uploading this past two days since I wasn’t feeling well and have a bad fever and bad headache (not Covid19 tho, lol, since I’m already okay and no one in my family is affected). Just talking about Clarke and surprise2, our new heroine, Miss Elizabeth T. Sharma. I’m trying to bring a bit of an Indian influence since I am part Indian myself so do be alert for the updates and I promise you, I will do my best to entertain with Clarke and El’s story like how I did with Alissa and Daniel . So many ideas come to mind and I hope you will enjoy it as much as I love writing it. God bless and stay safe. See you 2moro ,hopefully. Love, Diana.

I didn't even know whether I'll throw this one away or keep it. Dale Daniel's POV I am anxious, rubbing my hands while waiting for my grandma at her office. I need to ask her this. Why Zyah's name was on this contract? "La! Why didn't you tell me?!" I raised a question as soon as she came in the door. "Tell you what?" She went straight to her seat and put down her bag on the table. "That Zyah was the author of Drizzles of Yellow." She was startled but not that much. "Oh? She told me so."