Farwa Khalid Novels & Stories

I’m supposed to be wearing a white canvas but didn’t have much money to spare on a single pair of shoes. I grabbed my towel and head to the bathroom. Starting a quick shower and going to brush my teeth and fix my hair. My name is Afraah, I’m fair in complexion, I’m five feet two inches, my lips are thick and pink, I have a pointed nose, brown eyes and I’m quite slim. I live with my stepmother who has three children and my younger brother Khalil who is a fourth-stage cancer patient. My mom died when I was five years old while my dad passed away two years ago. My family isn’t rich which makes it very difficult to provide Khalil with the necessary things he needs.

It looked baggy on her and I wanted to give her all the tee shirts she wanted from my closet. “I am okay, but I am scared to face whatever is going to happen next.” Her hand closed around mine over the table. “My brothers would know about the blast by now and… I might have to go back to Azmia instead of San Diego.” I had figured as much. “Isn’t the Prince getting married next month?” “Yes, Khalid is getting married to Valeria, the founder of Delicate Dew, the perfume brand.” Zara was grinning, a warm glint in her eyes. “I would have never imagined my brother falling for someone who is his total opposite, but they make it work somehow.”

But she had done nothing to earn it. Unlike Ravina. Ravina had never cared about power. She had never needed to prove herself through manipulation or empty words. She had been a warrior, a protector, a leader in her own right. And I had thrown her away for this. My hands clenched into fists under the table. I was a fool. I turned back to the elders. “The mating ceremony is postponed.” A heavy silence fell over the room. Amira sprang up from her chair. "You can't do this!" She was shrill, frantic. "Do you know how this is going to make me look?"

Farah, completely oblivious to the sudden, lethal change in the King’s demeanor, addressed him with the confidence of someone who had just secured her future. “I am Atticus’s wife,” she announced proudly. “My name is Farah. I am the daughter of the Chief of the Temburong Valley in Malaysia. We were married in my homeland.” The King’s gaze snapped back to Atticus. His eyes were unreadable yet brimming with quiet judgment. Atticus finally fractured. The intense pressure of the last hour, the stunning shock of his Royal lineage, and the mental exhaustion of the forced flight all crystallized into one blinding point of frustration: Farah.

I nodded, still staring, still trying to wrap my head around what I’d just heard. “Yes. I’m Alina… his wife.” She nodded. “I know.” I frowned. “Who are you? And why did you call him your son?” She stood slowly, her posture elegant and graceful despite the tremble in her shoulders. Then she said, quietly— “I’m the doctor assigned to your husband, Dr. Farah Hamidi.” I stared at her. The name didn’t register. I’d never heard of her. But then she added, gently, with a smile so fragile it looked like it might shatter—

She looked so young, I didn’t even figure that she was engaged much more married. “its nice to finally meet you Camila, I apologize for missing your engagement party, I had business in Africa” he said shaking my hand. “uh..yeah,..its fine” I stuttered, giving Kylie a murderous glare. “OK, I need you to pick out a gown for Camila’ She said, then turned to me “he’s a fashion designer”.Jason walked off and I glared at Kylie. “did you forget to tell me that you were married?” I whisper yelled at her.

"Alright since you don't remember, let me remind you, MAMA ABIDA (an Arabic name which means a woman who worships) will be recruiting young girls and you ought to remember today's gonna be smoky. But you know what, we could go anytime because we are well known but it must be today, I know all the ladies they're going to recruit today will be pure, and I know you like them pure. I'm sure you know I love the ones that are experts in what they do and not the amateurs" Khalid reminded Rashid Rashid decided it was high time he fell for his best friend's game, so he agreed. Quickly he prepared and took out his car key, he didn't forget to bring out his case of money, because he know how important

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 wailed tears spurting out from her eyes Arrrghhh!! I groaned in frustration. Is this why she was wailing and here I was, thinking I had done something bad to her or taken something valuable from her and beside it skipped my mind when I left yesterday but I did bought her lots of food today. This lady is wierd. I haven't seen such foodie before.

“Look Theodore, you can get the fruits for the farm, and I will get the food supply for here. Don’t forget she wants a variety of fruit to try new flavors besides strawberry and grape.” “I’m not a little kid you know… I know how to shop. Heck, I am probably older than you.” Theodore was irritated now. My mind paused for a second. How old was Theodore and Jamira? We have been together for years now, and I know nothing about either of them. “What’s wrong with Layla anyways? She’s never been sick before.” Jamira paused before answering his question. She had to make sure he did not know I was crying all night. If he did, he probably won't leave.