Khamosh Mohabbat By Amreen Sheikh Novels & Stories

Thank you for reading "Love And Secrets❤️ I love you guys so much 🥺=== Fuck friendship! Fuck my fucking crush on him! Fuck their stupid fight! Fuck... Fuck everything! It's all fucking bullshit!

She walked close to the water feeling free, breathing in fresh air. With the corner of her eyes she caught something odds, she turned towards it and there sat Shakar. He was sitting by the pool side staring at the blank space. Elizabeth couldn’t help but feel his silence; she was trying to understand his hate, he was definitely mourning his mom the exact way she did to her parents marriages. It was hard to let someone you’ve loved all your life get replaced by another person. But then his attitude towards them was something uncalled for, you could not want to replace your loved one but be nice at the same time.

she bluntly stated. Khammi rarely called me by my name, she often remarked that it was 'too Hindu', which made zero sense. On top of her massive neck, her head was perched uncomfortably, as if it were slowly sinking into a puddle of slime. Dyed blonde to look fashionable (the colour looked amazingly horrible on her), her hair had twinges of a dirty black where the colour had faded. She wore a set of thoroughly beaded hot-pink georgette shalwar-kameez and her entire collection of ruby jewellery. I forced a small, tight-lipped smile to keep myself from swearing under my breath. "I know Khammi. I solely blame Ma for that, she makes me eat mountains of bhaat, rice, everyday."

He was so focused and I am just lucky that I am too in the song that I din't messed the lyrics for being distracted by his gazes. ''Damn, you are so lovely playing the song, Kellah.'' He whispered with so much emotions on his eyes. He is not smiling but I can see on his eyes that he is enjoying. ''What is the title of the song again?'' He asked. ''Uhm, it is 'I want to know what love is' by 1999 remaster''' I answered and smiled to him. ''It's a good song, by the way, I recorded it so that I can listen to it again, especially that it's your voice.'' He smirked.

Phoebe stretched up to loosen his tie in a very possessive way. “I can be very generous and forgiven too when I've won. When I’ve got the man of my dreams in my arms,” she said rather smugly. “‘Ti amo, tesoro!’ (Ita for ‘I love you, sweetheart!’)”

Hasan P.O.V "So what did you decide about your marriage???" Ammi ( mom) asked me while we were eating our dinner.... "Ammi ( mom) I am ready for marriage" I told her... " Really!!!!!????" Ammi (mom) asked me happily... " Yes, and I already chose a girl " I said her.... " Okay, that's nice. So what is the girl's name???" Ammi ( mom) asked... "Khushi Ali, Ammi " I said her but I noticed hearing this name, she got shocked and the next moment her face filled with sorrow even her eyes got watery...

On the screen was a projected slideshow of pictures, captioned: “I love you, Darling. Until death do we part.” While Jared made his rounds chatting with the guests, I stood alone to the side. A few wives of powerful businessmen approached me to catch up. “You’re so lucky, Mrs. Hampton!” “Mhmm! Your husband has no room for anyone else in his eyes! He even prepared this whole day just for you.” I smiled politely but did not comment. Perhaps they found my lack of reaction boring because, after a while, they stopped with the pleasantries and began to gossip among themselves.

She looked at Ansh. “I…Hate…You…” She said as a tear rolled down her eyes but then her eyes again became emotionless. Ansh looked at her as his tears also dropped on the ground. Shama didn’t even look at Chandrika and left there. “Yes, hate me…I don’t deserve your love and trust…I gave you so much pain…Please hate me Shama…” Ansh whispered as he broke down crying. Chandrika looked at him but didn’t say anything. She left there. Ansh was alone there he sat down on the ground looking around himself. The beautiful place was now turned into hell.

In different wherever you go You never seen him coming Keep switching his moves Cha-me-leon keeps changing his colour Conman baby he ain't you lover Con's karne ki hai khujli Chakma deke he's out of there quickly Seedha nahi tedha bio-data mera Lipstick se likhna hai mujhe Har ek haseena ke bank account ke Debit mein dikhna hai mujhe Zara jee hazoori, jee hazoori Main karta hoon zaroor Phir dil ki chori, dil ki chori Hai mera kya kusoor Kya karoon oh ladies o ( Ayan came and started to dance ) Kya karoon oh ladies Main hoon aadat se majboor x(3) Huzoor, huzoor main hoon aadat se majboor Huzoor, huzoor main hoon aadat se majboor Aadat se majboor x 5

dorriyan bhi hain zaruri. Finally, A love call....a sweet desperate massage of missing the other. Hope you enjoyed it.😊😊 Vote Comment Share