Dil Musafir Novels & Stories

After dinner, Owen walked Vanessa home, drunk and clinging to him. I was the one who closed the door behind them. Then I called a cab to the airport. Meanwhile, Owen was still blowing up our chat about the next wedding. Probably felt guilty or whatever. Owen: [Don't worry. This time it'll happen. Nothing's going to get in our way!] Me: [Okay.] But I already knew. It'd crash like every other time. Right before I boarded, another message popped up: Owen: [Vanessa's stomach hurts from drinking. I'm not coming home tonight. Take care of yourself.]

Before sometime... Disha left Anish's room and called Anwesa. "Hello, what happened?", Anwesa asked after reaching the call. "Anish is leaving", Disha said. "Oh, yea, I know he has a singing video shoot", Anwesa said. "But I have to go with him, I can't make distance between us", Disha said hurriedly. "I see..... Wait..... What?? Are you two actually in a relationship?", Anwesa asked, being too shocked. "Oh, yes, keep it a secret now", Disha said, feeling a little uncomfortable. "Yup, but where is he going?", Anwesa asked. "He said it is too secret", Disha answered being sad. "Oh! But then how can you do something?", Anwesa asked, being so serious. "He gave a hint, a country full of music, w

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?”

How could she haven't noticed his professional aura? "Okay. Um, there's our luggage." She pointed at the three suitcases and Dilip got them quickly stuffed in the car while he himself opened the door for the ladies and ushered the driver to move, settling on the passenger seat. Matsyaa breathed in relief as the cold air caressed her skin and relaxed her throbbing head. She pressed her nose on the windowpane, watching the running picturesque. The houses were transforming into greenery as they penetrated the outskirts of Jaipur.

Hadir gave them a cloak, along with a special perfume to conceal their scent and identity. “Is this the Granica Village, where I can find Travion?” Seti asked their elf guide. The Granica Villagers spoke the Halan language since it was near the border. The reason why she didn’t get any trouble communicating with Hadir. This was their first task—to find Travion, the Informant. Pierre and Valin reminded them to see this elf because he could give them information about Malaika’s whereabouts. “Oh, yes. Travion. He runs an inn a few kilometers from here. I shall accompany you to them.” Hadir even bowed his head to the lioness shifter.

Once we settle in on the flight, we all get to get to know Musu better. She is originally from Sierra Leone. Her mother is Beta Pierre’s second chance mate. So Musu moved to Lune D’or when she was thirteen. Her accent is so elegant, it’s almost hypnotizing. She tells us how much she has traveled internationally and how much she has enjoyed it. “I have a question. How many languages do you speak exactly?” Delilah asks out of curiosity.

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.

Then she heard a small voice inside her; what if it is the truth? But how could this happen? Ansif was an Orphan and a school teacher never get a huge salary to build a mansion like this. What the hell is happening? Is she dreaming? She gazed Arif confused, thats when she got the biggest shock of her life “He is not a teacher. HE IS THE MYSTERIOUS BILLIONAIRE , ANSIF ALI MUSAFIR! ” She stood there numb. She remembered reading a headline in the Newspaper ‘ ALI MUSAFIR; One of the richest and mysterious Businessman of the country ’

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.