Nafisa Sadiq Novels & Stories

As the most uptodate era of Westfield fellows settled into their exercises at the Paulina Scott Institute, friendships, collaborations, and unstated bonds started to form. Among the fellows was Rafiq, an exceptional engineer with an ardor for sustainable development, who had quickly earned a reputation for his modern solutions. But these days, he found his attention drifting towards another fellow—Aisha, a renewable power engineer from Morocco.

He called out her real full name. Balkis widen her two eyes out of shock. "Wh.... What.... What did you.... What did you just say?." "Balkis, daughter of Alhaji Muhammad Jamiu, sisters of Fatima and Sadiya. Fateema had died of cancer when your father imprisoned then. She suffered from a cancer and as at then, there was no any money to treat her, so she couldn't make it and died. Your younger sister Sadiya, is still living with him in U. S. A. As we speak. He had sent you to me to seek revenge for him.... Right?."

Ivanka pointed to Zehra. “You’re South Indian?” Nora asked. Seema looked surprised. “No. I’m Seema Singh, North Indian.” “Singh? So you’re...” “Yea, I’m Sikh,” “Really? You look healthy to me,” Zehra said and Seema laughed. “I’m not sick, I’m Sikh,” Ivanka looked at her like she was bonkers and Seema rolled her eyes. “What’s your full name?” she asked Zehra. “Zehra Mahmood.”

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

They like putting him in between, whenever they want to fight. Naazwa is also married with a baby boy -Mudassir, three years old- she is also pregnant, two months long. She is a great business woman. She sells whatever it is that women wear to look beautiful, be it wrappers, jewelries, shoes, bags and so on. They are all married in the same state as them which is why he always see them in their house unexpectedly. She's twenty five years old.

Nasreen thought deeply of all the side guys she had and she couldnt come up with one, she called their names in her head Faisal ( Talks way too much) Adnan,( Very short, God fearing) Farouk,( Minister, Flirt) Alhaji Buba,( Billonaire, three wives, poor grammar) Farid( Former President's son, Very childish) Sarki,(So uncouth, wore the same clothe thrice in one week to visit her ) Yusuf (Governor's son, unserious with everything) Muaz( NFA, No future ambition) Mufeed(Very handsome but dumb, like fucking dumb) Zayad( Emir's son, spoilt brat, irritating, burbs anywhere all the time) Irfan( Tall, Handsome as hell, boring, never laughs, Fashion sense on point, perfect grammar, smart, Hafeez) "I ca

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

"Well, Mr. Black, if you asked around, you should already know my name. And you still didn't answer my question." I smiled again and said, "I just stopped in to check out the local club. I just moved here. And all I asked was if the owner of the club was here. They pointed to you and said it was the girl on stage, singing. So, may I please have your name?" "It's Dominique. Dominique Reed. Nice to meet you, Nathaniel." "Now about my other question, Dominique. Is it okay if I call you Dominique?" "It's fine. What other question are you referring to?"

There are several other messages coming in. (My Angel, all in safe delivery. They already transferred.) The girl known as Angel Gracelia smiled. It was a message from her henchmen who had succeeded in sending the last stock of weapons to be sold illegally. Now she has decided to quit that black world. Angel Gracelia converted to Islam with a new name, Diandra Safaluna. (Angel, The White One has an offer, 50% profit.) The girl's slender fingers typed softly.

Naina asked suppressing her anger. "I'm Mr. Sameer Pratap Singh Sir's Personal assistant, Lisa Pawl." She replied proudly. "Wow! He is very lucky that he has you as his assistant." Naina said with a big fake smile. "Do you like him?" Naina asked her. "Why should I tell you?" She spat on Naina loudly. "Cause I asked you," Naina said dangerously looking at her like she is going to kill her with her eyes. If look can kill someone then she would have died till now.