Manzoor E Nazar Novels & Stories

" Tazz asked Manoj stood still, he had no reply, he had proven that he had been incompetent recently, he did try but there was no clue to be found anywhere as to how they were connected. He simply looked down. Tazz looked at him and simply sighed, he then opened his phone and surfed through the news items, going through it, he was relieved that nowhere was Mahira to be seen in any of the pictures nor was her name mentioned in any of the articles, also he was relieved that she was at home today morning when he barged in, so she must not have been a part of any of this crap. "You may leave for now," Tazz ordered Manoj Manoj felt embarrassed, for the first time he was rendered useless before hi

She would feel disgusted by her own self, her own zaat. ' aapi, Pani '. (Water). ' Noor Pani do, Azaan kab se mang raha hai'. Noor was snapped out of her thoughts by Haris, who looked doubtfully at her, worry clear on his face. ( Noor, water, Azaan is asking for it). ' huhh, h-han'. She quickly took the glass and helped him drink it. (Y-yess).

My stomach tightens, but I nod and let her lead me through the crowd toward a tall, impeccably dressed man standing beside Faiza. As we draw closer, his face becomes clearer and my whole body tenses instantly with familiarity. “Noor, " Mama says when we approach the couple. “This is Hussain, the oldest son of Sultan Kabul." I feel a seizure approaching, as the main reason for its existence smiles at me like a baby who's just been handed candy. Fuck!

He has the evidence all along and he's done absolutely zero to help me? Mister Mirza redirects his gaze at me with a pained expression on his face as he states "Like you, I can't do much. Imran is gang-affiliated. Yasir and the guys with him you saw at your nikkah belong to a powerful street gang called The Burq Al Nar. If I go to the authorities, Imran will be arrested but his gang pals will kill you. I don't care if they kill me but I worry for you."

The most eligible bachelor of the country and in the business market. Not just that, she had heard some girls whispering about the heir of the Kirmani group of companies, the only son of Raza Kirmani, Maaz Kirmani. His cabin was next to his father's office and was also considered as the boss of the company since they all knew that after Raza Kirmani, Maaz was the inheritor.

Kazal couldn’t make use of the darkness, but he could at least perceive the stature of the figure in front of him. His physique is that of a wolf beastmen; a tall and toned body with the presence of a pair of ears above the head and a long, bushy tail at the back. Just by knowing that the presence in his sight bears a resemblance to one of the races in Hazaris was enough to be a source of relief. At the very least, he knew that the place he was currently in was almost the same as his original place. Maybe he was stranded in the part of his world where he hadn’t discovered yet? Though, the lack of Mana in the surroundings is a worthy cause of a wonder. Kazal’s ears perked when he heard other

Mozan had also gone for preparation. In the evening they proceeded with all their preparations through the forest towards the outer gate of Sultan Raya. In the shadow of the evening, the soldiers wearing black clothes were spreading rapidly in the forest and moving towards the door. Jazar, sitting in the high royal buggy, opened a small window and pulled down a silk curtain, looking at the golden horse Banar, on which Mozan was riding, walking alongside the buggy. Banar with long golden tresses was walking completely ignoring Princess Jazar. Mozan's wandering gaze was rising again and again on Princess Jazar's face, this beautiful face had a childlike glow and enthusiasm, but Banar's constan

Only Umer, Amir, Ahad, Hira, and Musa were single in their group. Everyone looked at Nayyab as she made her way downstairs. Musa looked at Nayyab with his mouth open and so was the case with male cousins. She looked like a fairy.... "Nayyab, dear finally you are here now only Muskan and Hira are left to come down." Musa's mother said as Nayyab walked to them. She smiled and sat next to Noor, Musa's cousin. Noor was really beautiful and kind. She was the first one to approach Noor smiling. Nayyab and Noor instantly became friends.

Talking to Nazar was surprisingly easy and pleasant. He has a subtle sense of humor with a touch of sarcasm, he’s intelligent, tactful, smart, and insanely charismatic. I like listening to him, like the atmosphere that forms when he’s around. Like we’ve known each other forever, and I feel… safe with him. Nazar told me he owns a motorcycle showroom and several repair services. That explains his style, that reckless brutal biker vibe, the classic bad boy look. Occupational hazard, I guess.

Despite being startled by Rezon’s sudden interrogation, Moza maintained her composure. "My full name is Mozarella Hutama." Through the rearview mirror, she saw Rezon’s eyes widen. His shoulders stiffened and his fingers gripped the steering wheel with such force that his knuckles turned white. Watching his reaction, Moza’s internal alarm went off. She wondered if her name triggered a specific memory or a dark event in his past. However, before she could probe further, Rezon repeated his second question. "You haven't answered me yet. Have you ever been married?"