Dil Musafir Novels & Stories

"It was nice to meet you Sir" "Call me Mussafir and this is my wife Mabrouk. " he held the woman by the shoulder, she looked elegant at her age. "Assalamu Alaikum. " I extend my greetings. "Wa Alaikum salam Yasmin, Marwan told us a lot about you. " I glanced at him and his lips forms a thin line. After exchanging pleasantries, we sat on one of the tables. And our food was being served . We ate the food in almost silence, Mr Mussafir and Marwan being the only ones talking mainly about their business. I must say ton of wealth had been spent in building the hotel.

Inspector Eallric's 404 picked up pace as it raced down a sloped, remote alleyway which went on below a bridge that connected Brickfield Row and Dove Route together. The alley, Providence Passage, had congested waste bins - places of tourism for flies and maggots, nearly everywhere one's neck turned.

“Mr. Sinclair , I advise to say nothing but the truth. Trevor cursed inwardly "She's Rachel Fae.. My ex wife" “Good, now are you aware that she would be married into the Blackwood family?” Trevor eyes widened in surprise. “That bitch divorced me and now she's plans on marrying some rich guy, that gold digger.” he spat out with disgust. “Haha, gold diggers please. That woman is nothing less than a child playing love…” the woman mocked. She stood up and walked up to the light. Her confident figure stood proud and tall. “If there’s any gold digger, it’s us, Mr. Sinclair.. Deliah Dennis ” she smirked.

Peace ☁️☁️ Du paradis pour l'Enfer🔥🔥 Auteur: Judi le romantique Plume _______ Épisode 1️⃣0️⃣________ Ils étaient tous dépassé par cette information brusque. Makponsè et Syntiche continuent leur discussion Makponsè: Ah oui hein Madame DIOP vient de me l'annoncer.il y a un soucis particulier dans la société pour convoquer des réunions subite ? Syntiche : aucune idée hein.Mais je doute. Dans tous les cas peu importe ce qu'il dira je suis au top Makponsè : Moi de même hein.je ne crains rien oh

I agreed to the ten-year contract, with no returning home. He booked my flight for three days later. He told me I should say a proper goodbye to my family. After all, I wouldn't be coming back for a decade. As soon as I hung up, Edwin came through the door. He wrapped his arm around my waist, smiling sweetly. "What were you booking on the phone?" he asked. "The opera tickets I bought earlier. I couldn't make it because of the hospital stay, so I canceled them," I said casually. "I see. But why didn't you tell me you were discharged? I would've picked you up."

" I stayed at the hospital for two more days. Long enough to confirm that her body was no longer in danger after the miscarriage and that the medication temporarily stabilized her emotions. Then, calmly, I blocked everything related to Clara. Then, I bought a one-way ticket to Northspire. As I boarded the plane, I remembered five years ago, when I clutched another one-way ticket and flew without hesitation to Northwood City–the city where she was. Back then, I believed love could overcome anything. Now I was holding another one-way ticket, flying south to a place where she was not .

“Don’t touch the bag on the kitchen counter. It’s a custom massage cushion for Sera. She’s flying cross-country for the casino deal next week. Got the family crest stitched on it.” Last winter, I’d asked him to order a massage cushion for the long flights home. He’d shut it down at the table. Said it was a weak ask. Not worth the family’s resources. I’d bought one myself instead. My hand slid into my carry-on and pulled out the signed divorce papers. My phone lit up. A WhatsApp from Marshall, head of long-haul operations. “Vi, visa and tickets locked for Dubai Monday. All set?” I stared at the closed bedroom door, then typed back, my thumb steady on the glass.

Anaya POV : i don't know why u feeling so much tired and nauseous these days . what happened to me suddenly. i was doing well . "anaya i think you visit doctor .its been a while you are not feeling well ", sarmad said . sarmad is owner of the cafe. he is handsome, very nice person. he really helped me to settle down here he don't know much about my past. he never to ask . "no sarmad , i'm ok ", said while try to get rid o dizziness . "no anaya..look at yourself, how much pale you looking . moreover you have children to look after . how will you manage . let go to doctor "he said . "ok i will go but not now ", i said him . "promise you will go ", he asked . "yep ..i will go ", i said .

She opened her i*******m page and scrolled through it. She saw a a picture of her family and a smile formed on her lips. She missed them Without thinking ,she dialed her mother's number for a video call. "Hello baby" Diya smiled "Hello Maa. How's the trip. How is everything going??" "Everything going good. But we miss you." Diya said "I miss you too" "I will ask Kiran to get the jet ready. Why don't you fly over" Vihaan said as he came into focus

"Then take a vacation. Quitting like this makes it seem like you've got beef with Vanessa. How's a young girl like her supposed to stay here if people start whispering?" He forgot. All my vacation days? Burned on every wedding he bailed on. But sure—let's worry about poor Vanessa. The thought left me hollow. My eyes drifted to the mark on his neck. I didn't say a word. He caught me looking and covered it fast. "It's a mosquito bite. Don't overthink it." Weird. No fight, just... excuses. Sloppy ones. Ones I used to fall for. I nodded, kept quiet.