Ishtiaq Ahmed Novels & Stories

Few months younger than Shayari Azisha khan- 31 years old a mother figure for Zeenat and Shayari. She held the family together while everyone was shattered. She is the daughter of Azlan Sheerazi's third in command and is married to Adeel Khan a normal businessman and has twin sons Faizal Khan and Asad khan Adeel khan- 35 years old Azisha's husband and a very lovable person. Father of Faizal and Asad. And has a business that is completely legal

I'm just gonna own the fact that I can be bribed into liking people. As we sat down for dinner, unable to bear the tantalising aroma of the kachchi before me any longer, I dipped my fingers in the heavenly warm rice. Fariah nudged me with her elbow as she sat down in the seat beside me. "See that uncle over there talking to Zayan, with the moustache?" Taking a moment to swallow the food in my mouth, I grinned. "Yeah, he looks angry." "That's Captain Aziz Khan, Keisha's mom's brother. He runs a precinct in London," Fariah grinned back, and I almost choked on a piece of kachchir alu with delight.

Mohammad Haidar, the Turkish Prime Minister, looked furious and slammed his right fist on his desk. Isra, who was also confused by the chaotic situation that had engulfed the city of Istanbul after the terrible incident last night, was then made even more dizzy after receiving a report from the secretary outside Haidar's room that a high-ranking FBI official was requesting to meet with Haidar immediately. "Prime Minister ...." Isra asked for the Prime Minister's approval first. "Let them come in and talk to me directly." *** Lieutenant Colonel Andre Hastings, a graduate of the United States elite forces who had fought in hundreds of battles during his military career, was promoted to the ran

Ayesha's POV, "Um....who might you be?" I asked confused but politely not trying to be rude. "I'm Sahil Sharma, the chief editor of Mirchi News." He said smiling. My eyes widened. He's from the media?! "Uh... I am kind of busy right now and so I'd really appreciate it if you could come back some other time." I faked a smile and tried to close the door but he stopped it with his hand. I gulped as he bent down at my face level.

She was all set to interview the first guest of the new segment of her talk show, Real Life Heroes; General Amarinder Bakshi, the retired army officer who had courageously fought in the Kargil War. On the other hand, oblivious to everything, Mr. Kamlesh Kaushik, the guileful food inspector was enjoying his day, humming his favorite tune and rubbing his pot-belly after all, Adhyayan had agreed to pay him the bribe. He was joyful as he had won the stupid celebrity chef who had insulted him and now was ultimately ready to pay him a hefty sum.

[Kathryn] “Do not exert yourself. Keep letting Isleen heal you a little every day,” Ayeshna says sternly as the three of us sit in her small chamber. She briefly smiles at Isleen before flickering her gaze at Isaac. “And Alpha Isaac, since you have more than one wolf and one of them is severely weak, try to get into fewer fights and don’t even try to transform into either wolf for at least a month. As the Shadow Pack’s doctor and Kathryn’s former colleague, I wouldn’t want you to bring my name down.” Although the last words were said in jest, Isaac nods somberly. He has been like that, a lot milder than he used to be.

The stress made my stomach turn and my hands became sweaty Someone hit the floor and we stopped "You are in the presence of His Majesty Romulus, the king of the werewolves and Jordan of all Jordan, the man with the staff announced I looked in front of me to see the king sitting on his royal throne, with his advisers or ministers sitting on both his sides "Enter your name and rank" commanded the same man "Herbert Henderson, Beta" "Karish Rinaldi, Jordan. "Stanlay Parker" I tried to sound confident because I had no rank

Hunter cracked one eye open when his phone buzzed on the nightstand. Grabbing it before it woke Khalia, he snuck back to the bathroom to answer it. Tom bulldozed straight ahead with the situation the moment he picked up. “Gage got some photos of Youssef and some other guy he’d been meeting with, and sent them to Claire. Her boss just contacted me to say it’s Malik Hassani, former head of intelligence for the ISI. This guy was fired under suspicion of aiding the TTP eight months ago and dropped off the face of the earth. This is the first time anyone’s seen him since then.”

Ahmed chuckled patting his back. “By the way. I’m the famous Ahzar...Ahmed Ahzar” he flashed a cute smirk, offering a handshake.. “Ptf…!’’..Naseer rolled his eyes ”I don’t do handshakes” He folded his hands and looked outside…though a part of his lips tugged upwards a bit when Ahmed threw his head back and laughed.. “Naseer Tarun.. ”he said quietly ……. …… CURRENTLY.... Ahmed smiled. Then Naseer relaxed.

--- Somewhere else… A phone call buzzed to life. “Hello!” “Sir, I have great news.” “Say it quickly.” “Ateef Waziri is coming to Mumbai tomorrow.” The man on the other end frowned. “So what? What’s great about that?” The informer’s voice lowered with pride. “The real news is… Yasir Haidar is also coming to India. Not Mumbai but Delhi.” The listener inhaled sharply. “Yasir Haidar… Ibrahim Qureshi’s right hand. Why would he suddenly come here?”