Novel & Cerita Guman By Nimra Ahmed

“Yes, Your Royal Highness. She is still alive out there on the other side.” His words seemed to stab her like a knife. Hearing another human admit that they believed in what she had seen first hand seemed to overwhelm and emote the grief she had been feeling because of it. She hoped she hid her shock well. Just then, they heard the heavy door open. It was the man she thought was a brute from earlier, the General.

just one small chance to get myself free from here and leave for New York. So here I am fixing my saree and getting myself ready to go and prepare meal for my husband who wished to have ‘Rasmalai’ for desert after his lunch, I got myself groomed up and went down where I saw my husband was busy talking with one elderly man, I went down when and was about to pass by them to kitchen when that elderly men called me “Who are you?” he questioned eyeing me from top to bottom, I stared at his face in dumbfound and was about to answer when Ravan stood up and came beside me, snaking his arm in my waist he gave me a tight squeezed “My Wife, Aisha” he replied to that elderly men with small smile “Aisha?

Gamu went to stand in that crowd of people by the entrance. “…that’s why we won’t succeed.” Someone finished making his point from the other group. “Can I talk, please.” I asked. The people from the other group kept talking over my voice. Each person giving reasons why we’d fail without Furah. “Can you please listen?” I asked again a little louder. The people in the other group still wouldn’t even look at me “Attention, attention.” Uma called out. They preferred his firm commanding voice and to my surprise they settled down.

I spluttered. "Yes, dear," Mom said, patting my hand. "Ah, look who's next." Yamini Dhavan, the Indian Council Leader, blinked like I'd hit her when I shared magic, the small red dot between her brows pulsing with magic. The lovely sari she wore quivered around her feet. It took her a long moment to respond, and I began to wonder if I'd overstepped with her. But when she finally did act, it was to grip my hand in both of hers and kiss the back of it.

This went on for a while before she ended her recording and settled down on the couch to seriously address her audience. “Okay lovelies. This hasn't been properly finalized, but I'm excited and I just couldn't help sharing with you guys.” Nima reached behind her couch and pulled her male castrated mannequin. “Guys, this dude here might be replaced by a living human being soon. I'm in discussion with a friend of mine and he doesn't dislike the idea.” Nima excitedly revealed. She couldn't wait to see what her audience thought about the revelation.

I can't take this anymore I am SOMIA AHMAD SIDDIQUE i will show him who i am ........... You can't beat me . Never Never ever mister. (Ab hmari somia wapis aa gayi hai to be ready🤭🤭) "Chal tu mera puter chutii kar . Bht ho gya . Main idher tamashey lganey khari hun . Shukar manao main ne tumhein apna bhai nhi bnaya abhi tak . BHAIIIIIII"

That was also when I could think about things – about the stories to tell my class-mates. Nisim told me and Biswa about Jogu Mama the other day when we had gone for a bi-cycle ride to the Ganesh Ghat. Nisim pedalling the bi-cycle, Biwsa sitting on the carrier and I, on the horizontal rod that joined the handle and the seat. Three-in-one. While we were sitting at the stairs of the Ganesh Ghat and watching the dhobis wash clothes with silt-filled water of the Brahmaputra, Nisim said that during his conversations with Jogu Mama, he had got to know that the latter was rich, in fact, filthy rich; that he owned thirty nine Full-Punjab-body trucks.

Her brain is yelling at her to run away from this man. " Parina! " Parina heard Om's voice calling her. Instantly she turned towards his voice and looked up at the end stair of the temple where Om was standing with a water bottle in his hand. Relieved Parina waved her hand to Om to call him down for her. She passed him a broad smile which he returned and ran down to her. The man looked at everything with a clenched jaw. When he saw Om near them he forward his hand for a handshake before Om could start the conversation. " Hello, Mr I am Girik Singh and I would like to talk to you in person "

She kept staring at an Arabian man who in turn was shocked to see her. “Mr Damien, it is such a pleasure to see you again. How are you doing Mrs Wayne?" Mr Kuma smiled with his Arabian accent. I smiled warmly and took his hand,"It is a pleasure Mr Kuma”. I responded. Irene smiled warmly at Mr Kuma and his team members before having a seat. “Your wife is so beautiful Mr Damien. She is extremely georgeious" A team member complimented. I was the proud husband at this moment.