Novel By Farhat Ishtiaq Novels & Stories

Hello and Aslamulaikum to all the lovelies Hope you all are doing well. So , firstly i want to thank Good novel app for giving me this amazing opportunity i want you all to support me and shower me with comments and likes Do review me about the book . I hope you all will support me and help me in reaching success This story is about two identical girls The male protagonist fell in love with the identical of his fiancé. What will happen when an obsessive man fell in love ? Now will he claim her ? What's written in the destiny of both girls? Regards Minie polo

“Zahur. It seems like he’s the best way to prove which one of us is right.” “That will not be happening.” He glanced over my shoulder again. “Mr. Farhat is very proud, very patriotic. He does not meet with foreigners except on the rare occasions they can do something for his businesses.” Realization started to dawn. “You said he was in oil. Does he have a lot of businesses?” “His money comes from oil originally, but he’s built it up. He runs a good deal of shipping in the area now.” Ahmed waved a hand. “None of this matters. He will not meet with you.”

the aged security man said "We're here to see Hajiya" "Oh you're welcome. You can go inside please" the man said to them and open the door for them "Thank you" they both ambled inside the shop and walk straight to the receptionist place. The young lady at the desk was busy reading novel on her title "Zaheera" a novel written by Zainab Abdulkadir. She was so engrossed in the novel that she didn't see them until Khady finally spoke "Good morning" Khady greated

THE END Fatima is a former process engineer and currently pursuing a Doctor of Philosophy in Chemical Engineering. She has been stepping into the publishing world by writing academic journals and book chapters. Now, she is taking a new step in publishing her first fiction book, Love Destiny. The inspiration for Love Destiny came from various factors such as her interest in the military and medical world, and love-hate relationship.

He whined in pain like a kid as Batool scolded him for coming home late in the past few days. He explained to her about his deal with Mr. Waqas Siddiqui and how he was working on it. Though he was just an investor, he couldn't stop himself from participating in all the work. He had read Waqas' file that Farhan gave him and the man seemed a normal businessman with high goals. Hamza likes people with ambitions and goals because only those people can achieve heights of glory in this world. "How's Hafsa?" He asked. He had tried to spend time with her a couple of times but she always walked away saying she wanted to stay alone so he just let her be thinking that his presence was annoying her.

the aged security man said "We're here to see Hajiya" "Oh you're welcome. You can go inside please" the man said to them and opened the door for them "Thank you" they both entered inside the shop and walked straight to the receptionist. The young lady at the desk was busy reading a novel titled "Zaheera" a novel written by Zainab Abdulkadir. She was so engrossed in the novel that she didn't see them until Khady finally spoke "Good morning" Khady greeted "Oh! I'm sorry" the lady said before greeting them " Good Morning to you. Welcome to Ashafa's shopping mall. How may I help you?" the lady said in a professional way

" I am, well just recently. She and Sidney Sheldon, they're both actually very good writers" " Oh that's nice, read Islamic books too, I'll get you one" I said and she laughed a bit. " I read Islamic romance novels miss Faryah" " oh good, but I'm still going to get you one" she answered as we stopped at Najmah's floor. I picked her up and we headed to the parking area. I needed to eat and clear my head. My hands were still itching to text Khalid but I just had to control the itch. It was so hard.

Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.

Zara’s mother complained as she led Farhan to her daughter’s room, which had rock music playing on full volume, “Please talk some sense into her.” Farhan knocked on Zara’s door. “Go away!” Came her irate reply. “How would you like to make Sikandar pay for humiliating you?” Farhan asked. There was no answer for a while until the music stopped and the door opened, “I’m listening,” She said. Meanwhile, in a mansion in Barfistan, Aarif smiled as he watched the news in the living room. He was with his generals, the strongest of the Pashtuns. “Look at these fools, they are losing their minds just because our leader shook hands with the void boy,” Azhar Bey Pashtun, a large, fat man said.

He smirked, "I see you've done your research. And yeah I know I'm not Russian but you see, they say I'm hot when I speak Russian." "They? Who?" "The girls." He smirked, "Now let's start, sì?" Right, he was an Italian but he was the Russian Mafia leader. That man was something else. "Sì" I mimicked making him roll his eyes, "tie her again" and at his orders, his men came and tied me again. I didn't bother to fight them off knowing that it was useless. "Why do you want me dead, princess?" "I told you, it's private." "You are so stubborn yet so hot" he muttered, "I could fuck the answers out of you."