Iqra Sagheer Ahmed Novels & Stories

,I said rudely . "OK let's go...... "he said.... I saw the whole footage ....... it's just a coincidence..... My Angel is really innocent.... What I did with her..... Oh fuck..... Now I will give her my love.... But my iqra..... How I will give her right to someone else... How... She is my life..... I can live my whole life with her memories...... My love....my iqra... _______________________________________ Oh my god...... Who's is iqra..... Why shehryaar love her a lot..... And where is she now.....

Ivanka pointed to Zehra. “You’re South Indian?” Nora asked. Seema looked surprised. “No. I’m Seema Singh, North Indian.” “Singh? So you’re...” “Yea, I’m Sikh,” “Really? You look healthy to me,” Zehra said and Seema laughed. “I’m not sick, I’m Sikh,” Ivanka looked at her like she was bonkers and Seema rolled her eyes. “What’s your full name?” she asked Zehra. “Zehra Mahmood.”

In his heart he was ready to fight his case and he pressed the call receiving button. "Alas! Am I having the good fortune to address Kabir Dada?" An unfamiliar voice filled his heart with despair. "Speak." There was disgust in his tone. "Grandpa, I'm talking Shakeel Ahmed. You don't know me, but I am a big believer in you. You have always been my hero." "Thanks and I'm a little busy so I'd like permission." "Don't hang up, Grandpa. It's very important to talk." "Speak," he said in a frown.

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