Haalim Novel By Nimra Ahmed Novels & Stories

This chappie is in third person POV Excerpt from the last chapter Wunmi adjusted Adesewa on her arm. She blinked quickly to hold back the tears. "Tayo, I might be dumb but I'm not blind. I saw you and Anu clearly, I now really don't understand why I ever trusted you. Even now I don't think Natasha ever drugged you. You are a cheat and a big liar!" Lekan came downstairs, already changed. "Babe," he called. Wunmi turned and frowned but because of Tayo standing there, she placed a fake smile on her face.

"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.

In contrast, Ahil, was far at the end, dealing with discomfort and pain in her ankles, moved with a distinct limp, resembling a fragile creature navigating the terrain with resilience. Going missing over her presence beside him, Ahil paused, finding himself alone. His brows creased up, craning his head behind he tries to look for her only to find the poor girl struggling to walk forget about matching his footsteps. Inhaling deeply, he swiftly approached her and, without hesitation, lifted her in a bridal style, creating a momentary delay. Startled by the unexpected gesture, she closed her dark, deep eyes, feeling a blend of embarrassment and surprise. The intense perfume emanating from Hiya'

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

I shook my head and continued along my path, trying to forget about how sarcasm was the foundation of my speech now. Anywho, Palawana, the town in which I currently live, is probably the closest to the city. Nonetheless, it's also the most ignored, which works well in my favour. Why you may ask? To keep my existence low-key, that is. I, Nadia Rafsani aka Nailah El Nour, am currently working in the grand city, Karandish, infamously known as the land of the exotic bimbos and himbos and everything in between.

She hated it when Amina was right, which was more often than not. Her mother's bedroom door was open. Steeling herself, Afrah walked up nervously towards it, careful not to make a sound so her mother wouldn't hear her arrival. She was sitting on the bed when Afrah entered, her back turned to the door. She was wearing a black abaya - same as Afrah -, except hers had a more elaborate design around the sleeves and the collar. "Assalamu alaikum," Afrah greeted. "Wa alaikum as salam," Halima replied. She didn't turn around. Instead, she continued to stroke something on her lap. Afrah couldn't tell what it was; not unless she walked around the bed to see for herself.

The Haveli was embellished with intricate designs from top to bottom. She and Liam got off the car and she saw Mr. Aban walking out of the main door. "Mr. Aban," she said loudly to attract his attention. Aban Chaudhary who was going in the other direction stopped at his name being called and he looked at the girl standing with Liam. She looked familiar to him. Minahil took off her sunglasses and walked where he stood. She put her hand forward to shake his. "As-salamu alaykum!"

I learnt a long time ago , there's no point of speaking , when none is going to value your words . Third person pov : Hoor was looking stunning in her deep red lehnga. Her step mother always felt wary of her .Hoor had gotten the best features of her father and mother . Hoor's step sister was a year older than her. She was beautiful with her black hair and grey eyes , but it was nothing compared to Hoor. Her stepmother didn't want any troubles for her own daughter(Aiza) thats why, decided to marry her off . ........... On the other hand , Arhaan was standing in front of mirror wearing a black 3 piece, combing his hair when his phone started ringing . He picked the call , seeing it was from h

(Follow content may be disturbing for some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. Rape, depression and abuse warning.) Naila's POV, I stood outside the gate of Ahuja mansion. It wasn't as big as Alam mansion but still quite huge. My hands were shaking as I pressed the bell. A security guard opened the gate. "Yes?" "Is Mr Ahuja home. I'm here to see him." I said. He observed me from head to toe. "Sorry madam, Sir doesn't like to meet anyone. I'll have to ask you to leave." He said.

"arham!" Arham was talking with Junaid and some other men when his mobile beeped. he excused himself and went outside. He finished his call after some time and was about to go inside when his gaze fell on ayat who was in the garden, sitting on a beautifully decorated swing, eating cake. arham felt his gaze locked at the sight, skipping his heartbeat(swing and girl in book cover).his feet automatically moved toward her and he sat beside her on the swing as it was big enough for two people with some distance between them.