Khuda Hafiz Novels & Stories

He removed his legs and take a look at me. " Allah.... Who came to meet this poor man in his hut ? " He quickly wake up from the floor and said in teasing way. " Come on man give me a hug..." He spread his hands for a hug and we both shared a brotherly hug. " So tell me how comes this prince of Khurana empire suddenly remembered about this old friend ? " Saahil ..... What I say about him ? He is my friend also my enemy that's all. " What will you have ? What about some badam milik ? Today I got some fresh kesar directly from Kashmir ...... " He snapped hands at one of his maid but I stopped him.

My heart skips a beat when I hear the mentioning of ’wife’ slipping out from his soft lips. He pauses, letting it sink in. “His wife, Zahra, wants to hear your poetry. She thinks you’re… enchanting.” He paused, letting the word settle before adding, “They’re not just admirers. Al-Khalidi is one of Ricchezza Oils’ key investors, which means today, you help charm the wife as I seal the deal.” “Asking for help, caro?” I smirked, trailing a manicured finger along his arm. I couldn’t help but notice the firmness of his chest, which I now knew too well—his bulging muscles beneath that ironed shirt of his.

"Silly girl, I won't go away. I will be here with you. Always, there will always be a dark shadow looming over you. But you have to believe in yourself and be happy. Just like I told you when you were a little girl." She opened her eyes looking at him. "You did things which no one human here has done. You survived something no one does. And you have stabbed yourself with a dark Thorne and saved someone's life. Be proud of that" She nodded rubbing her eyes and smiling. "I am papa. Promise me you will get better?" He shook his head once, "A king should not make false promises, now stop with the tears, I want you to go and eat a lot of food, your mother told me you don't eat much" She nodded.

That's the last thing that I have heard when everything turns black. ---- Copyright © 2021 PenOfHope All Rights Reserved DON'T PLAGIARIZE OR DISTRIBUTE.REMEMBER, STEALING IS A CRIME. The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

“Who comes to search for a job here on a day like this? Today of all days?” My frown instantly melted away and was replaced with confusion. “What do you mean? What is happening today?” “What?” He answered in awe. “Are you new in town?” He further inquired. His question made me remember my driver again. “This is definitely Karma.” “Yes, I am. So tell me what today is.” I answered with clenched jaws. “It’s Alpha Kilhan’s birthday! The man who rules this town. Almost all the clubhouses, hotels, restaurants, and even some hospitals are owned by him. Including the one we are in as we speak.” He praised him, but I remained unfazed.

Another battle with code. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes burned. But when her app finally compiled successfully, her heart fluttered. “It works…” she whispered to herself, smiling softly. Then, quieter: “Thank You, God. Please… let this be the start of something.” Her faith was faint, almost fragile—a whisper she wanted to believe but rarely had time to nurture. Across the hall, Amara Burnett lay sprawled in her silk sheets, her phone buzzing nonstop. BOARD REMINDER: Presentation at 3:00 PM. Please have your projections finalized.

Hall was decorated beautifully food was there and Ibrahim family alone with some relatives was there than she sees her mother and sister she goes towards them and hugged her mother..... Aisha doesn't hugged her back..... Than she sees Ibrahim came he was looking handsome and wearing sherwani..... Adeel looks at his son and crys little bit..... Than farha says we should start the nikha.... They all settle down and qazi start the nikha..... With rps of 50 crores do you

He sported a lowcut hair, shaven strong jaw, well built muscles that spilled out of his perfectly and probably tailored suit, beautiful honey brown eyes and the most beautiful skin tone I'd ever seen. A melanin Greek god. If there was anything like that. A not so bad distraction from my misfortune either. "Like what you see?" I gave a start, really surprised at how deep his voice was and embarrassed that he caught me gawking. "I'm Fuhad, second in command to the Almighty of this great accomplishment," he said as he set the tray on the table. The dishes were all closed so I didn't know what was in it and even if I knew, I didn't think it was going to improve my inappetence.

I can eat this my hands are working remember How I wanted to rip his tongue at his sharp remarks but you kind of liked them My subconsious said Shut up you're never at my side When he was sipping the soup from spoon ,It brought back good memories with my Chachu You know what Chachu used to say to me when I was child and get annoyed when I got sick " Don't cry Hayat . Your sins are shedding with every pain you endure . Our beloved Propet (S.A.W) said " No Fatigue , Nor Disease , Nor Sorrow, Nor Sadness , Nor Hurt , Nor Distress befalls a Muslim Even it were the prick he receives from the thorn , but Allah expiates some of his Sins for that"

At last the part is finished, now no one can do anything to meҀ *****------*****-------*****------***** Allah Hafiz ( Good Bye) From Khushi ✋✋✋ Assalamualaikum readers, Enjoy, vote and comments