Dr Farrah Khan Novels & Stories

as she got into the car. “Sweet friends, you’ve got.” “Who the hell are you? How do you know me?” “As you read in my card, I’m Dr. Zaffran. Half Canadian, Half Irani. I’m a research scholar at the SRO.” “What’s the SRO?” "An organisation," "Of what?" “You will come to know in due time, when and if we are convinced that you can be trusted.” Zehra raised an eyebrow. “I see.” “Ms. Mahmood–”

"I miss Farhan, so much, you know." "I know. But Shayla you have to accept that he is no more-" "-here. He is in Mumbai, handling his business and is very busy to pay attention to anything else, yes. I understand." "Yeah, sure," Caira grimaced slightly, squirming slightly and reaching up to rub the back of her neck,"But you do know that you have to come to accept the fact that you've been denying since the last one and a half year - sometime, right?" "Yeah, I know. I am just not ready to accept the fact yet."

I mumbled to myself, making sure I took all the necessary things I need, I walked downstairs, seeing Myrah dressed in a navy green blouse flown down with her black hijab She look beautiful Spotting me, her eyes widen, mouth agape. "Oh my Allah... You look so beautiful" she said embracing me in a hug. "You too" I replied back. To be honest, it's not that I'm bragging but I know that I look beautiful tonight, I hope the night... No fake night will be good. "Oh my Gosh... Is that you Farah." I heard Khalid's voice, holding his wife's hand. A small smile made it way out of my lips.

“The woman in the wet ivory saree. His weakness, so brazenly displayed before the world.” The wicked smile deepened, his eyes gleaming with newfound hunger. “But isn't she Aariz Seikh Pataudi's wife ?Interesting… very interesting.” For Farhad, this wasn’t just gossip. This was a weapon. And he had just found the sharpest blade to drive into his rival’s chest.

A little surprised, Gavin approached the girl's table, trying to make sure if she was the same girl he had spoken to on the phone. "Gavin, right?" She greeted warmly as she stood up and extended her hand. Gavin remained motionless, his eyes scrutinizing the appearance of the girl in front of him. She was wearing jeans paired with a soft pink t-shirt and a jacket draped over the chair she had been sitting on. She smiled widely, showing off her dimples. Sweet. "Let me introduce myself, I'm Farah Hanifah, just call me Farah," the girl named Farah continued, successfully pulling Gavin out of his thoughts.

And by the way Damini opened up to him, he suspected that, for some reason, she too felt the same about him. He came to know that she was a widow, her husband Major Farhan Ahmed was in Indian Army and died just a few years ago, along the LoC(Line of Control) in the hands of infiltrators across the border. Theirs was a love marriage, much opposed by both their families, but somehow they managed to get married. And now after Farhan's death, she was being treated with a cold shoulder by both families, facing indirect insults and taunts all the time.

Half of my lips smirked knowing that this woman didn't know that she's actually the CEO of one of a company of this country. Placing her hands back to my shoulder as she moved her mouth in front of my ears, she whispered, "Want us to switch? I can give her to my partner!" I ignored her words the moment I saw Farrah went out of the Taxi. She was as well wearing a black dress that showed the detail of her sexy and alluring body. Her hair was in a high ponytail, and her dark smoky eye makeup made her more fascinating that I couldn't get off my eyes from her.

Aaryan commanded. "I’ll be there," Tasnim replied, turning on her heel. Her silent guardian followed her into the crowd like a looming shadow. Zarif leaned in, his voice a low hiss. "I know that guy. His name is Farhan. He’s got deep underworld connections in Dubai. He’s a butcher, Aaryan. Dangerous." Aaryan said nothing. He began to walk again, but his mind was a whirlwind. Who was this girl? Why was her voice filled with venom, and why did her eyes burn with a fire that felt personal?

She was grateful for everything in her life until Farzan Shah entered her life. Farzan Shah, a twenty-nine year old billionaire never tolerates a single disorder in his life especially when they are wrapped around lies. Just in order to teach a person a life-long lesson he came across Aysham Zubair a girl who got twisted with his fate after others' lies.