Man Mehram Novels & Stories

"Well of course you can you are in the hospital Zohaib said and they all are my friends. Hearing this maheen nobbled her head and Zohaib's friend said Nice to meet you he moved his hand for a handshake and he said his name. I am while he was saying his name he just stop suddenly, he was thinking something, so I said yes what's your name "Ahhh, I am Sameer ," he said with a sudden smile. Then zohaib and gray eyes guy start looking at each other and they nodded their heads a the other guy said Hi, my name is suhail O, hello I am maheen. "nice name maheen sameer said. Maheen smiles lightly and looks at zohaib she asked how you came there?I mean how do you get to know that I am in trouble? Heari

I gesture for him to come in. "Sorry, should have done that first before greeting you." He walks in and I close the door behind him. "My parents are in the kitchen preparing dinner." He nods. "Okay." "I'll show you to the living room. What would you like to drink?" I ask as I lead him in. "I'll just have some water, please." I nod my head and make my way to the kitchen. Mom is preparing the lemongrass chicken while dad is making his famous lemon tea drink. I grab a glass and pour water in it as mom asks, "Is that water for Liam? Is he here already?"

she slightly bite the tip of her tongue " how could I forget. Sadiq meet my best friend , rahama" I knew it,he internally said to himself " rahama,meet sadiq" Rahama muster the courage to face him with the tamest smile. To others it looks like a sincere smile but sadiq knew too well that it was fake " hello mr mech_ i mean sadiq" " hello to you too spoi___ I mean rahama" **** The maid tried pleading with Mansir that what happened was an accident but he doesn't wants to hear any if it. He stare down harshly at her kneeling figure

I called him again, but this time, I made sure that it was loud enough to get his attention. His face was grimacing, but when he saw me, it completely changed. Is there something wrong? Because he turned his back to me, I could now see the person in front of him. It was Mr. Manore. What is he doing here? "Good evening, Merchaias." He said this while grinning, and then he motioned himself to a bow.

Before i could react kinza said "What are you doing here? Why are you talking to Us? " Shahmeer "Oh relax dear, I was just saying Hi to my Future Wife and soon to be Fiancée" Aashleena "What the hell are you talking about? I think you forgot What Ali has done with you last time?" Shahmeer " Darling, i hope your Dad must had told you about marriage proposal of Mr. Jahanzaib's Son. Well I m Shahmeer Jahanzaib . "

Mehram replied. “Excuse me, Mr. Mehram. But if I may ask, what does your son do for a living?” Mehram looked at Andrew with eyes that clearly showed his displeasure at the way Andrew was questioning and suspecting Arash. “You’re … asking about my eldest son’s occupation?” Mehram asked in return, and Andrew responded with a nod. Though visibly uncomfortable, the man still gave his answer. “He has his own business in property. Continuing the family business that I built over the years. He doesn’t like interacting too much with strangers. That’s why… he’s rarely seen by the neighbors,” Mehram explained.

Soon, guests began to walk in, and I felt utterly relieved. I had been drowning in guilt, but seeing two more people here, there was suddenly more to talk about, which made me less guilty. But amidst all of this, I reminded myself to stay the fuck away from that man. He was dangerous. The sight of him was terrifying dangerous. And that should be just another reason to stay away from him. Any man who is capable of suddenly making you feel the things you have never felt in just two minutes should be labeled dangerous. So now, I am reminding myself never to speak or associate with him again.

I looked into her eyes. I had so much to say…but chose to say nothing in the end. She probably had no interest in knowing that I was about to return to my hometown anyway. I smiled faintly and said sincerely, "There's no need. If I get to marry you, anything I wear is fine. "Rowena... May you have a happy marriage." Suspicion flickered across Rowena's face. She was just about to speak when Preston stirred. He frowned and slowly opened his eyes. "What happened to me?"

I hope that he survived, even though I hate that he was working with Roman Sinclair in the first place. "Did you see the captured guy? What did he look like?!" My questions erupt eagerly. Misrella gives me a dirty look that means 'calm down, girl.' "I didn't see the man's face," she says. Oh. I visibly deflate. "What color were his eyes? Grey?" I ask again, slower this time. "I didn't see his face. How do you expect me to know?" she snaps. I arch a brow. "Okay. But maybe try answering without chewing my face off."