Foto Habib Novels & Stories

Pyhna sat on the worn wooden porch of her small cabin, the evening breeze tugging at her loose hair. The sun was dipping low behind the trees, painting the sky in soft oranges and pinks, but she barely noticed. In her hands, she clutched the faded photo of Fabian. His strong jaw, those dark eyes that always made her feel seen, really seen. His uniform hugged his broad shoulders, and even in the picture, he looked like he could carry the weight of the world.

Enjoy your day guys!!! A young lady who was one of the worker in Habibat’s modeling studio was walking along the corridor and entered into the shooting room. Habibat was the name of Basit’s father’s girlfriend and it was part of her name that she used to name her studio. A young man who was Habibat’s manager collected a file from the lady’s hand as she entered into the shooting room, he opened the file and reading the paper inside it. “Ah! Hmm!!” the man did as he closed the file and looking at the lady.

“These two really helped our client win the huge judgment I told you about, which is how we could afford this exuberant party.” “Please, just call me Bibi, it’s easier to pronounce.” “HaBib Elghanian isn’t at all that hard to pronounce,” Anna replied. “One of our bestselling biographies was about a prominent Jewish businessman who was executed by an Iranian firing squad in 1970 after they convicted him of being a spy. HaBib means beloved, right?” Anna didn’t have the slightest idea how she knew how to pronounce his name, let alone what it meant or the history.

"You want to know what has gotten into me? He raged. He unlocked his phone and showed her the picture of her and Habeeb locked in a passionate hug. Nasreen's heart summersault a million times as she saw the picture. "Irfan please stop making a big deal out of this, this picture was taken a long time ago." "Oh, really Nasreen you want me to believe you, how can you then explain this then huh?" He brought the phone close to her face and she saw the picture of herself and Habeeb yesterday, As they talked. He showed her the picture of her and Habeeb. She was surprised when she saw the picture how could Habeeb have taken pictures just how... And it didn't look as if they were in a repartee in the

she clasped her palms as if pleading with him. Fabian just shook his head. He took his DSLR camera and took a few pictures of Gigi. She was wearing a hot pink one-piece bikini with a scoop back that reached her lower hips. Of all the women who had been in Fabian's life, Gigi was the only one he granted every wish. He was like a puppet when it came to her.

The caption read The mother-in-law: a heart as warm as her pies. I stared at the photograph. The penthouse was quiet. The elevator chimed. Fabiola walked in. He was carrying his own copy of the magazine, folded in half, the cover facing out. He had bought one too. He set it on the marble next to mine. He did not say anything. I did not say anything. He looked at the cover. He looked at my face. He looked at the inside spread. He saw the photograph of my mother. His jaw moved.

"Do you have a clean picture of her?" Mr Habeeb asked Roshan, they were seated on a high stood in a classy bar, both sipping a drink as they conversed. "What about the one I gave you earlier?" Annie had managed to get a carpenter to break into Ben's house after the key wasn't found anywhere around the house, she had rummaged through Samiat's boxes in the wardrobe and found a few pictures which she gave to Roshan to give Habeeb and they gave the ones left to some media stations after making several copies of the photo.

Sani also seems to accept the presence of Haidar and not bother you. Sofia smiled a little and nodded.” Hopefully. I want this happiness to continue without any distraction.” …………… Abizar pays attention to the one by one photo, along with the data just sent by Bagas, his assistant. His eyes rounded perfectly when viewing a variety of wedding photos which happened almost one month ago. Exactly one day before her work while in Solo.

I replied as I rushed towards the door to meet Khalid. " Hey" I called on seeing him outside the cafe. " Thank you" He cried as he gave me a very big hug. I patted his back. " I talked to him without punching him, even though it didn't go well, at least I told him how I felt" he added as he hugged me tighter. " You did good at least" I answered as he let go of me. " I love you so much Faryah" He said as he cupped my cheeks. " I'm very lucky to have you in my life, Habibaty" He said and my heart softened. He just called me Habibaty. " You should call me that more often" I said and smiled widely. " Of course, anything for you, let's go. I have to take you somewhere" He said and pulled me towar

Iphan scoffed "Only if Cage knew that he's more of a lapdog than a right hand man. Poor him. He doesn't know how much of a puppet he is" "Lame joke!" Baron rolled his eyes "I'd rather you cut off your hands 'cause they pilfer X-habit's drugs and money like they don't" Iphan said, a look of seriousness growing on his face "Fucking stay out of my shit, Iphan" Baron snarled "No! You stay out of X-habit's shit!" Iphan shot back