Mehwish Ali Novels & Stories

he continued walking ahead, dry leaves and twigs crunched beneath their feet, though he hated trekking in past, he had begun to love it in present, she wasn’t aware about the changes in him, though he would still prefer racing in his sports wheel across this hill, but he wanted her to relax and forget all her worries, he also intended for her to let down her guard and tell him what happened back then, he hoped to get lucky. ** A stack of documents were placed upon a table, it consisted of some information Tejraj narrowed his eyes as he picked up the documents and held it closer to scan them with his eyes “Is this all that you found?, I’m sure there’s more to her than what’s mentioned in thes

The men found this amusing, and their laughter added to the women's shame. Amira ate only to sustain her strength for the goal she had set for herself: to kill her captors . She would not speak to her companions or listen to their fearful wailings. Dala tried to comfort her, but she could not tolerate any kindness and would not even speak to her. Her shame was too great, her bitterness too new. Wisely, Dala gave up for the time being.

I've found someone special, someone I want to spend the rest of my life with. MR. Suhail (excitedly) That's wonderful news, Zohaib! We've been waiting for this moment. Who is this lucky girl? When do we get to meet her? ZOHAIB (smiling) Her name is Maheen, and she's from India. We met a few months ago, and ever since then, we've grown incredibly close. She's smart, kind-hearted, and everything I've ever dreamed of. MR. Suhail (surprised)

She waves a henna designed hand clad in three heavy looking gold bangles and two large g9ld rings at Aleesha. "Humylash long time." "kedai bari kawai {just forget}. Meet my friend, fellow blogger, Aisha Muhammad, the classical Muslimah." Humylash says waving at a bored looking dark skinned beautiful lady who seems to be toi acquainted with her well manicured nails. "nice to finally meet the classical Muslimah. Aisha..." "Eesh." the lady corrects Aleesha. "sorry Eesh. I'm Aleesha AbdulMajid."

Alleki perfectly tied his black shoulder-length hair. The man excused himself with two squad captains and walked nearer. At twenty, his lean and tall built made her look like a child. “Congratulations on your appointment, Alleki—I mean, Commander.” Malaika smiled. She honestly felt proud of him. Come to think of it. She considered him as her rival a long time ago. But she was ill-fated enough to be this low.

She grabbed the iPhone X he was giving her and typed her digits expertly before giving him back his phone. "Sorry, I don't know where my manners went to." he lighten up the mood, scratching the back of his head. "I'm Mashkur Aarif. Muhsin and Habib's friend." he introduced with a killer smile. "I'm Mehr Malik, their sister." she smiled back. Where is this man from? Is he by any chance from those Arabian countries? She ask herself. "Wow! I never knew." he said surprised, he never knew that his friends have this beautiful sister.

As soon as I reached the hostel my internet was turned on again, there were some messages from Alizeh which said- Alizeh: "Hey are you free for 10 minutes?" Alizeh: "I was just feeling very alone, I just waited for you, and I slept!" Alizeh: "Listen to this song if you haven't" (The song was BAARISHIEN by ANUV JAIN, after listening to that song I instantly fell in love with its lyrics, what an amazing song it was) Alizeh: "Now I will talk to you at night, I am just going for dinner, you also eat dinner and listen"

The tall and stocky man glared, his green eyes and wheatish skin scrunched up in a scowl as if he had eaten something as sour as his short orange hair. “Sorry, I was exercising,” Sikandar said as he took his seat. He reaches for a French Toast, but a servant with hair covered by a yellow hijab took the plate and placed it near Raeesa Ali Khan, a twenty-year-old with flowing orange hair, green eyes and wheatish skin. She was scrolling on her phone “Sister, could you pass that?” Sikandar requested Raeesa. “Take it yourself, boy, don’t disturb your sister,” Ismail scolded him.

Pari let out a frustrated sigh with her mother's pleadings. Pari Deshmukh, a 26 year old IIMS graduate working for Tech Mahindra Pune as business analyst for the last 3 years. Born and brought up in Pune as the only daughter of Ajay Deshmukh and Shilpa Deshmukh, she is her family's pride. When she cracked the entrance for IIMS, everyone in her family praised her, but as per her good-looking and dumb cousins, she was nothing but a looser who tries to cover her ugliness with academics.

Yusuf was just a Playboy. “That biology teacher is so mean, can you believe after making us lean on that dirty grass, that hot sun. she said we must duplicate the note before we go for break. knowing how big that Subject is even after break we will still be writing” Alisha exclaimed. her hold her hands so furious, her hijab floats down to kneels. Alisha daughter to Fatima, the fourth child of the family