Haya Novel By Fakhra Waheed Novels & Stories

"Haya get ready soon we are going to the grocery store not to attend any wedding " Girls will be girls, be it the grocery store or any wedding they'll always take at least an hour to get ready. "Let's go Amma" here comes our one and only Haya who is not at all punctual. Well, she acts like she's bold but she is very timid. Haya was an orphan and she was living in an orphanage. Mehrbano (Amma) is an orphan keeper, she lost her spouse and children in an accident and since then she started taking care of the children's in the orphanage.

Haya, who was giving soup to her mother, ran to her father on his screaming. "Papa....papa.... open your eyes. Papa, please open your eyes." Haya was crying putting his head in her lap and tapping him on his cheeks. Meanwhile, her eyes went to the paper on the ground. She quickly picked up the paper and started reading it. But as she kept on reading it her eyes were turning wide in fear. The paper fell from her hand and tears were streaming down her face. "Papa....Fahad.... Fahad....Papa....papa come to your senses. Fahad come quickly."

CHAPTER XI On the other hand, Aliyah is waiting for Atif reply. But she got no reply from Atif. So since its pass midnight, she decided to go to sleep. And then again when Aliyah fall asleep she had a dream. AGAIN and again her dream is about the little boy and the girl name Haya. In her dream she saw these scenes: Haya is standing in front of the fast food where she used to wait for the son of Amila. It’s about an hour of waiting but the little boy didn’t arrived.

Anaya POV : how can i forget tat day . that day not only i shattered .infact everything shatter into pieces that day . shehryaar and relation. everything . he thinks that's its my mistake if i didn't come out this will not happen . he didn't listen me for once . lack of communication makes our relationship difficult . how i can tell him . why he didn't hear me . she was also my baby .my own part. he cant feel my pain . i saw the murder of my daughter in front of my eyes . i still can feel the same pain . my iqra .i can feel the pain in my chest . why he didn't think about me , my pain . i was her mother . i cried my heart .i cried wit hiccups . that's my life ,i ant be happy . love is not f

Chapter 23 Hadley I woke up the next morning rather early, the sun was barely out but I could not force myself to sleep anymore. I felt excited to finally start investigating and hopefully helping people here. I got dressed in comfortable but a little too tight sportswear and a puffy warm jacket. The sound of people talking outside catches my attention and I make my way to the window. Looking down I see Cain and a few other men talking, with Cain’s back to the house. They are semi-naked with only loose pants hanging dangerously low on the waist, giving a sensual view.

Later on, Ayaan was with his coursemate, Faizan, chatting. Faizan was a simple blithe fellow. He Wasn’t as handsome as Ayaan, yet charming. “Were you able to finish the novel?” Faizan asked, tugging down the edge of his trousers. “Sure I did. I had started to read the novel for days now,” Ayaan replied, scrolling through his phone. “Have you read the “Wandering Falcon” too?” Faizan asked, sitting up and looking at Ayaan.

Ameera smiled, realizing that in the midst of chaos and uncertainty, she could find solace and escape within the pages of a story. "Haider, I think I'll sit here and immerse myself in the novel for a little while," Ameera said, her voice filled with a soft tranquility. Haider nodded, his eyes brimming with affection. "Of course, my love. Take your time. I'll go and rest in the other room. We both need our strength for the days ahead." With a gentle squeeze of her hand, Haider rose from the couch and made his way to the adjoining room. Ameera watched him go, grateful for his understanding and support. She settled back into the comfort of the couch, cradling the novel in her hands.

I feel like he has something different in his eyes, but I can’t really let my sister just let it go, because I know that Yhra understands that she’s pregnant and her mother is. But when Yhra came back to the hotel, I breathed a sigh of relief, and I was taken aback, because God knows that I devoted my whole life to Yhra, after she gave me a second chance, and even I know that I don’t deserve He still gave me a second chance, so I would never waste it again.

Haya was a type of girl who doesn't judge people for their mistakes because after all they humans and they tend to make mistakes in their life so forgiveness is granted easily but if someone betrays her then forgiveness is impossible. Cupping his both cheeks she pulled him towards her and kissed him, he didn't stop nor did she, but the problem is she didn't know to kiss because she haven't kissed anyone before, understanding her difficulty he adjusted himself on her lips and kissed her softly but the kiss was long. His hands roamed everywhere on her body sending electric shock to her, her stomach was doing a somersault but she ignored everything because everything that matters was the presen

But it still looked authentic. "Have you been working here for a long time?" Asked Arash. And he swallowed his disappointment again because Zaya refused to answer Arash's question for the umpteenth time. “Hmm .…” Arash was about to turn away and suppress his anger towards the girl when his eyes caught sight of a book that was very familiar to him. “A novel by Mira.Wv…?” And those words were what made Zaya then direct her full attention towards the man.