Mirza Sahiban Novels & Stories

“I…” “She is a Mirza. Ayra Mirza.” Mrs Johara introduced and all the color from Shabnam’s face drained in one second. She was a khan. She must have known about the tragedy happened back there. “Sorry?” She asked as it looked that she couldn’t even gulped down her own saliva. The massacre must have running behind her mind as everyone knew the rivalry between Mirza’s and Durani. “There are many other Mirzas Shabnab.” Mrs Johara glanced at Shabnab as my pulse quickened by the mentioning of the tragedy with a slight touch but still everyone hadn’t forgotten what had happened years ago. I indeed not let them forget either in future.

Especially the royals, my friends. “Sahiba Elena,” I faced Sadiq Elbaz, the Sultan of Maahnoor, nodding at his bow, “Are you waiting for someone?” I smiled at him, at the angular face and golden eyes similar to Nasrin’s. “I am, but may I talk with you in private?” I didn’t wait for him to answer, holding his arm and dragging him into the closet and slamming his back on the door. He raised his brow and leaned back. “Are we here to talk?”

Her hairs were honey-brown colored with perfectly resting at one side of her face. She was Areej Mirza. His fiancé and I supposed my soon to be enemy. “Assalamualikum?” I greeted her as she turned around with beautiful pair of hazel eyes. She diverted all of her attention towards me as she scanned my existence from head to toe with her sharp eyes. Her face was deadly serious. I couldn’t help but play with the corner of my parrot-colored shirt with white dubatta hanging on one side of my shoulders. My feet were clad in white colored sandals while hers were adored in black heels with an anklet around one ankle.

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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."

I pretended to be innocent . " Yep and he became more handsome, " Meerab giggled . " Astagfirullah Meerab , he is our non mahram " I scolded her . No I am not jealous but she always takes our deen very lightly and I get scared for her sometimes . " But he has an amazing personality " she spoke this time a little calmly . I smile . She is right , Humza is a kind of a person who makes the saddest person happiest in a blink . He has the sweetest and fun loving aura .

I answered subsequent to standing up then I did the curtsey while squeezing the sides of my shirt as though it was a dress. Scarcely any snickers broke around us. The indifferent expressions loose and grinned prior to going on with their jabber. I saw Karish attempting to contain his entertainment however wound up grinning. GOSH! He is so attractive when he grins. What's more, his eyes! I just saw in the regular light that he had honey-hued eyes. He has a delightful facial structure mind, and a straight nose. What's more, his red lips were so kissable. Wake up! I chastened myself I was slobbering over a man all the way out of your association. I turned away my look from Karish to the table.

“What pleasure do I owe you for this unexpected visit and that, as early as six A.M. Don't tell me you spent the night on -" Chase cut him off by flinging his cigar at the man's face. “Cut the crap, Mirza and tell me why the fuck you decided to evade my territory when I didn't do the same to your fucking empire," Mirza chuckled, hiding his displeasure towards the way Chase just treated him with his cigar. “I’m sure my message was clearly sent to you. Give me the girl," Chase scoffed, maintaining his demeanor. “And you think like a fucking coward I'll give her to you? Nice try, Mirza. Give me another threat,"