Dil Musafir Novels & Stories

Daniel did the same thing and it was like a custom to shake hands when he met his parents. "Let's go inside, Mama already made dinner inside and you must be tired when you travel long distances. Take a shower there and then eat," said Dila looking at Dedi, Dissa and Daniel in turn. "Your friends came too, Dis? Who is he?" asked Dila looking at a foreign man she had never seen. Dissa looked back and he found Diki standing next to Budi. Dissa smiled and turned his head forward. "His name is Diki Reandi Richard," said Dissa looking at Dila's eyes.

" But i don't remember hiring any new maid here.. " Arif said narrowing his eyes . Simran and Aisha stood near them with a confused face . The maid stood there lowering her head nervously under their scrutinizing gaze . " We are not lying sir . Someone named Ali Musafir asked for a maid from our agency . Here is our ID card if you want to assure " The maid passed her ID to Arif to see . He understood the fact the women was not lying when she took Ansif's name . Aisha and Simran looked each other confusedly .

The Story of Lisa and Alarick: "Hi, I'll have an americano with hazelnut cream and two extra shots of espresso please." I say to the barista, sighing and running my hands through my hair. I was so tired from the night before. I'm a medicine major and I have been studying nonstop for an anatomy exam we have coming up in a few days. "That's a shit load of caffeine for such a small body don't you think?" A husky voice vibrates in my ear. It's those kind of seductive voices that makes you throb and moan in need to be pleased. A voice I haven't heard in a while.

leaving the young man dumbfounded. She spoke loudly enough for him to hear, and if her look had not been convincing enough, it was evident that she had no intentions of sugar-coating her thoughts either. "Clearly Darius was feeling charitable, bringing a pathetic, weirdly smelling shifter to the village. When is he leaving, Darius?" Mia spoke up, her voice carrying a note of disdain as she questioned him.

My silence made the man continue, “A maid wouldn’t be wearing those boots and I have heard of the remarkable horse of the princess, on whom you are riding.” Sitting straighter on my horse, I smiled at his observation, but I couldn’t reveal my identity to him. “I am just an ordinary lady maid, sir. The princess was in a hurry which is why she let me ride her horse. Now if I may leave… my lady waits for me. If I delay any further, she will not be pleased.” I heard him scoff and then remain silent. “Is something wrong, sir?”

Then he remembered he had no money in his wallet or better yet there was no wallet in the pocket. "Shit, Marsha has everything in the car, and crap she has the gun too. Well Yanique can you sponsor me a ride after all it’s a ride for a ride.” He began to feel burden by his negative thoughts as the cab drove down the poorly lit road. The car smelt like sardines and had sounds of all kinds coming from beneath it and inside. He instantly thought of the clean fresh smelling car that he provided to his customer and for a ride in this garbage heap he had to pay so much money. People will have to start paying higher fees to utilise the services of the Diplomatic Transporter. He needed a stiff drink

AIRPORT — BOARDING GATE “Final call for Flight 247 to Milan.” Delaney adjusted her bag and stepped forward. Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. She frowned but answered. “You’re running from me, right?” the voice spoke. “I told you to go to hell.” Delaney hung up immediately. “Ma’am?” the flight attendant prompted gently. “Your documents.” The attendant flipped through them quickly. “Oh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stopped you. This document carries an important VIP stamp.” She stretched the passport back to her. “That way, ma’am. Enjoy your flight.”

Mara didn’t notice that Dilraba was there because she was not notified of the change of Producers. “Hello baby, did you see mommy on the TV?” she asked with a smile as she talked to her daughter on phone. “Yes, you are very beautiful, I guessed Dad must have watched it too, so when are you coming back home? I am tired of eating noodles from Aunt Evelyn’s place. “Go back home to your daddy, My flight will take off by tomorrow Evening” >>> “Ladies and Gentlemen, please fasten your seat belts as we are experiencing turbulence currently, Los Angeles Air, 34572 cares. Thank you”