Dil Mile Novel By A Asif Novels & Stories

( Hazel Solace , Damian Knight, Atlas Aiden. Whisper to me: Basically a desi book specially for Bangladeshi, Indian, and Pakistani readers. It's a deep love affectionate book along with desi twist can't wait to share it. A Bengali lady and two Pakistani men. It's a mix! ( Mehnoor khan, Hamza Osmani, Ayaan Ahmed ) Don't forget to give feedback . I hope you all loved the ending of sinful obsession. Have a great day pookies. 🎀💗

(29). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 29: Delusional . Miles was sprinting down the street, avoiding the sidewalk because it was too crowded, and dodging cars as they came his way. Aiden needed him, he told himself. Aiden was a damsel in distress in need of saving, and Miles was his knight. He would make him happy again, like he always did. He skidded around the corner toward the deeper suburbs where he knew

Dimitri was on pins and needles the entire morning. So much so that he almost launched himself at the door the second he heard the door handle jiggle. He covered the distance from the sofa to the door in record time, merely reaching out before the door opened, and Ayesha, as eager as he was, leapt into his arms.

**The Name That Changed Everything** A Name from the Shadows Ayesha’s breath caught in her throat. The room felt smaller, heavier. She had spent years believing that Safiya was the enemy. That everything—the Hollow Order, the experiments, the betrayals—led back to her. But now? Now Safiya was telling her otherwise. And Ayesha wasn’t ready. "Say it again," she ordered. Safiya smiled softly. She knew this moment would come. "Kier Malik."

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"You are already drenched, Aysel. Showering love rain on me, uh?" His meaningful chuckle made Aysel Saat shy because nothing had been in her control whenever she had imagined having with him. Well, yes, what else can you expect from a woman who's an author too and could not control her wandering brain and thoughts, Aysel Saat had pictured herself having sex with him when she wrote the particular smut scene chapter. But then turned the whole scenario to ridicule Ekai in her story that she was unaware the man in her novel playing the role of Spanish mafia king was actually based on Ekai Enzo Enrique.

, Neil said and again took a brief look at Pashika who was busy watching the kids. (Pashika Sinha is the female lead of book one and The Beauty of Arjun) Neil walked out of the orphanage as he was too calm. Neil's mind didn't shoot any questions related to Aashi in these two years. Whatever reactions he got from her that time, He neatly buried every equation and chemical reaction with her in the corner of his mind and heart. Neil left Aashi at the Orphanage and after that day he didn't ask about her and always tried to stay away from the matters of the Orphanage.

Aisha POV: “Are you Ok Aisha?” Inspector Vivan questioned me and extended his hand to help me up “I.. I…. a.. am chased..” I shuttered every word trying to calm my breathing, meanwhile I took his hand as stood up but lost balance because of my Jello legs and ended up falling on his chest, to my surprise he wrapped his both arms around my waist and started rubbing my back “Shh… its ok , its ok , I am here, relax !” he said all smoothening words holding me tight in his embrace, after spending 2 minutes in his hug I withdraw myself and looked up to him “Wow..” he said in soft voice as our eyes meet however I ignored his word’s for time being “Someone just tried to kill me” I said in panic stat

hahaha. Me: you! (Fuming) 😠 that's why I don't like you. Armaan: sweetheart, the feeling is mutual. 😜 *Exchanging glares* 😡😡 Me: go to hell. No one's getting another chapter. (Huffs) I need to start working on my other story too for MY fans. 😑 Armaan: such a selfish girl. Tsk tsk. My poor Ayesha. She had to stick with someone soo selfish. 😒

Around midnight she reached the section describing Meher's gradual decline. The whispers. The forest. The growing suspicion. The fear. A knot formed in her stomach. She kept reading. Then came the murder. The rain. The clearing. Meher's final words. I have only loved you. Aisha closed the notebook abruptly. The room felt too warm. For several moments she simply sat there staring at nothing. The tragedy struck harder than she expected. Not because it was real. Because it wasn't. Somehow that made it worse. A fictional murder should not have felt devastating.