Mere Humsafar Novels & Stories

not like this. To Be Continued...

I cut off all the redundant departments, optimized the employees, and hired new talents and technicians. I worked more than ten hours every single day, just like a machine. Just like a machine, sometimes I worked twenty-four hours. With my efforts, Sampson Group slowly turned the tides, and my name was etched in glory.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

Maybe speak to Sharlene if I actually see her. I walked into the cafeteria and was engulfed by the familiar smell of multiple meals and pastries. I wondered what was today's special. Walking to the counter to make an order, I greeted the lady that usually serves lunch. She looked to be in her sixties as her large grey afro was visible under the hairnet she wore. Her dark skin was full of wrinkles and she had the kindest smile I've ever seen. She was absolutely beautiful, just like her home in Africa.

He is so tall and wide from his big muscles that he almost didn't fit in my door frame. "Hey, buddy." Tim said in his deep sultry voice. It immediately caused chills to run down my spine. I tried not to blush but it's almost useless to try. Tim is the most popular man on our team. He's tall, muscular, and has a smile that would make you agree to anything! He is also the employee of the month for the past six months. I have yet to confirm if he likes men because he never dates anyone from our firm. He is also a very private man.

Yes, I just changed my ringing tone, it's still Super Junior's song to cheer me up. Humairah's name was printed on my cellphone screen. My face became radiant. Humairah is my best friend since we were both in elementary school. It has been five years or more I have not met this beautiful girl who really likes to wear the blue hijab. .it was because Humairah had to return to Saudi Arabia -- where she came from. Since her biological mother died, her family decided to return to Saudi Arabia. Humairah and I can only communicate online.

' aray Arman itne kamzor hogaye ho, wahan kuch khane ko nahi milta tha Kiya? ( Arman dear, you're looking weak, Don't you get any food to eat there?). Haathi jese to ho ker aaye Hain, pata nahi kis angle se kamzor lag rahe hain. Bhens na ho'n' to, (He's looking like an elephant, I don't know from which angle is he looking weak? Buffalo) Noor mumbled, but never the less, Hira heard it. Arman who was about to reply, stopped when heard Hira laugh, he narrowed his eyes towards them both as Noor was busy making her shut her mouth.

she says as she pushes me into what looks like a locker room. "Okay," I whisper, and she nods. "We aren't allowed to use hot water, and we have to be done showering by five. Then we have to clean the showers. The females hate using stuff that smells like humans," she says, and I freeze. I have so many questions about these people but only one stands out. "What are they," I ask, and the girl rolls her eyes before pushing me towards a faucet. "Not human and not bloodsuckers. I'm guessing you are fresh meat......purchased from the human meat market. Probably homeless before they snatched you up. So listen and listen good....you are weak. You are nothing.

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