Haalim By Nimra Ahmed Novels & Stories

"But it's perfect. Let Ahlam know that we can proceed with the shipment." "Is that all Ma'am?" Halima questioned, picking up the box containing the tubes of lipstick. "What would you like to have Khal? Coffee, tea or water?" The glare he gave her could've reduced a lesser woman to a mess but she was made of tougher stuff and was used to seeing him direct such expression to others. Although, never in her life had she ever been on the receiving end of such a glare. "You can go now," she smiled at her assistant before returning her gaze back to her computer, checking the date of arrival of their newest purchases.

“How did you know? The halan people are usually golden-eyed.” “My great grandmother is from Hala. And she used to tell me stories about the green-eyed High Priestess of the Water goddess. You must be one of her descendants, young lady.” The gray-haired man smiled as if he had reminisced about his past, unbothered by the surrounding danger. Malaika jumped fast from her elk as her vision caught another arrow being fired. “Drop!” She forced him to crouch, causing his basket to fall to the ground, and the berries had scattered on the clayish soil.

While I was on my way out, surprisingly, I met someone I never imagined I would meet in the company; well, I guess I should start getting familiar with her here. “What are you doing here?” I asked her curiously until I saw Halima. My heart stopped for a moment. Halima is the now trending Saudi Arabian model every brand wants to work with; she can’t just come here to look around. Olivia is cooking something. "Olivia, I’m talking to you. What do you want here?” She looked at my hand, which was holding onto hers firmly, and I let go of her hand immediately. “Hello… I don’t know your name, but I look forward to working with you.” Halima said with a smile on her face, "I was so upset, but I had t

Everyone on the other side of the camera lens could probably feel the tension in the room as much as we can. "Crystal Jones, Devotion Pack," he announces, his gaze finding the girl who was going home. When I first see her, I don't remember her. Having kept to herself didn't get her anywhere. Malik looks back at his feet. "Aleah Neil, Discipline Pack." Another girl I didn't recognise from first glance. She just clenched her jaw and nodded as she accepted the fact that she hadn't made it past the first round of elimination. As a member of the Discipline Pack, she wasn't about to show anywhere here weakness.

he said. She nodded and got up. “Hey, I forgot to ask your name,” he said, instantly. “I am Hala, Hala Alvi,” she said. “I am Rehman, Atta-ul-Rehman,” he said, smiling. *********** Saliha gasped because she was not expecting this. “I will be back,” Saliha said. “But where are you going?” asked Hania but she did not reply and rushed after Hala and Atta. They were walking towards the parking yards.

"I'm giving the mike to the next person." "Hello nieces and nephews, oh my God." She fanned herself with her hands, "I'm Halima, the last child of Alhaji Ramadan Abdullah, you all know me to be Hally, just got back from the states and I'm here to experience what life has in store for me. I'm happy to be here again with you all." She clasped her hands together and her lips twitched into a wide smile.

"Don't worry, I was the only one that came" "Okay?" Lord Halalnik still wore the strange face on. "Ohh sorry, I am Haimi by name. I am from Karak" Lord Haimi extended his hands to shake his newly found friend "Halalnik from the City of Del" he shook the hand that was extended to him. "So are we going to spare them or what?" Haimi asked "What do you think?" Halalnik asked "Let's let them go for today. I came here out of boredom. Besides, they will feed and be fatter, for next time"

he smirked, falling into step with her. "Yeah right," she rolled her eyes, grabbing her scarf. She pinned it to her head then left the room together with him. {••} "Here take your meds," Najmah stated after breakfast. Hilal pouted, looking at Najmah's outstretched hand. 'One, two, three...eight.' she counted in her head, her eyes widening. "These are too much," she huffed, crossing her arms. "Doctor's orders," Najmah chuckled, passing a glass of water to her. "Open up, we have someplace to be." Hilal took the pills reluctantly, swallowing them up one after the other, grimacing as each tablet made contact with her tongue.

During this interval, the students chatted, wooed the opposite sex, listened to announcements, familiarized with each other and played music tracks from their mobile phones. It was during such intervals that a female course mate of mine known as Halee attempted to ‘woo’ me. Hale was average in height and a year younger than myself. What Halee lacked in height, she possessed on every part of her milky-chocolate skinned body. She was form the South-Southern part of Nigeria, and a muslim. Two enchanting things about Halee were the way she tied her scarf or turban, and her unique voice. Halee never shouted, and whenever she spoke, she sounded like the air transported and transmitted it directly

Hall was decorated beautifully food was there and Ibrahim family alone with some relatives was there than she sees her mother and sister she goes towards them and hugged her mother..... Aisha doesn't hugged her back..... Than she sees Ibrahim came he was looking handsome and wearing sherwani..... Adeel looks at his son and crys little bit..... Than farha says we should start the nikha.... They all settle down and qazi start the nikha..... With rps of 50 crores do you