Hassan Of Hundred Faces Novels & Stories

he held her face & forcefully make her look at him. "Don't worry, we will abort this baby," Hussain said widening his eyes looked completely psycho. Zoya gasped in shock. She couldn't find words to talk with him. "Once this baby will get out of your system, then I'll make you mine" Hussain smiled wickedly. "What kind of a human you are?" Zoya asked him. Hussain smiled at her as if she complimented him. "I am not a normal Human. I am the Hussian Hosseini. I work in a Mafia & mind you Milady, I've never revealed my identity to any girl before except you. Now only two people know about my truth. You and my Ammi"

He would have to face hell now. “It was an emergency, so he went early. He said he would come home late.” Convinced by her lie Osama told her about Mustafa’s whereabouts with an amused look. It was the first time in the history he was telling her something about Mustafa. Osama told her making her nod on the new found information… Well, If he wanted to be stranger then fine he would face a stranger when he would see her next time. “Salam everyone.” Her eyes looked up in surprise, finding Hassan standing at the front of the table. He was wearing black track pants, hair messy as if he just woke up but his face was same expressionless just like always.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

Hassana says and Lash nods. "Hussaina, how many times have I told you not to.... Subhanallah." Aws' look alike jogs back upstairs making them all to laugh including Lash. "That's Ya Awf, he's more of a nerd. He's a published author." Hassana says and Hussaina quickly sneaks a samosa into her mouth. "You can have it all if you want, i don't mind." Lash pushes the tray to Hussaina. Hassana who's backing her glares at her.

Maximus was watching from the side of the wall, unnoticed. “Now, I am going to let you go,” he added. He shot six bullets in total, two for each, and then asked his men to clean the mess, the blood, the horror. Don isagise Hassien. He had gone too far. He was no longer a man but a monster. He was becoming what people said he was. If he continued like this, then there would be no redemption for him. Unless he found that one thing or someone that he would care about. Only time would. time

There in the middle of the ballroom was Hassan Khalid, an Arab with flaming red hair and a body so red and muscular with green eyes, beside him another man, Samir Jamal himself. Having Samir Jamal who was as handsome as the other man with hair as black as night, he had a body carved in stone, he was a partner as well as a landlord, builder and entrepreneur in transport and export. All three men had been famous, as far as their reputation was as equal as Amaterasu's, both three men who caught fire from sculptural cups, their faces beautiful and sensual, they were men carved from marble, muscular bodies, perfect gods on earth, as much as they were men, beautiful viriles and conquerors.

My stomach tightens, but I nod and let her lead me through the crowd toward a tall, impeccably dressed man standing beside Faiza. As we draw closer, his face becomes clearer and my whole body tenses instantly with familiarity. “Noor, " Mama says when we approach the couple. “This is Hussain, the oldest son of Sultan Kabul." I feel a seizure approaching, as the main reason for its existence smiles at me like a baby who's just been handed candy. Fuck!

He hid himself discreetly so he couldn't be noticed. His eyes immediately recognized the person. Moosa... Rather Hayder. In underworld he was known for this name. The people in the underworld didn't know who Hayder was but all they knew that they should be very scared of a man named Hayder if they did injustice and breached any contract with the Hassani's. He would come after you and chase you down to the pit of hell or the heights of mountain but it would be either your neck and his hand in the end or a painless death. People often considered that Hayder was a loyal servant of the Hassani's but they didn't know that he was the son of that house. The heir and the next don.

Anna asked, intrigued by her boss's thoughts, her own gaze flickering between the chessboard and the woman's captivating presence. “He bought this college for another purpose, and we have to find out what it is,” she declared, leaving the chessboard on the table as she began to strategize her next move, her determination shining through despite the challenges ahead. As the woman's conversation came to a close, she excused herself from her desk and made her way to the ornate mirror that adorned the wall of her office. Standing before it, she gazed at her reflection, her beautiful face framed by long, flowing black hair and fair skin. But her attention was drawn to the distinctive mark on her

Immediately, the entire hall was filled with Leo’s voice, and his vicious confession echoed through the space. His face grew paler by the moment. Then, he crawled to her feet and began apologizing.