Novel By Shazia Mustafa Novels & Stories

But it still looked authentic. "Have you been working here for a long time?" Asked Arash. And he swallowed his disappointment again because Zaya refused to answer Arash's question for the umpteenth time. “Hmm .…” Arash was about to turn away and suppress his anger towards the girl when his eyes caught sight of a book that was very familiar to him. “A novel by Mira.Wv…?” And those words were what made Zaya then direct her full attention towards the man.

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

Forcing an artist to do something they dislike resulted in a mess. A year after the two left, Miuerella finished her novel. During the first few months, of course, we had no sales. Princess Rishna, a bookworm, discovered her novel out of boredom. The next day Miuerella's novel sale's skyrocketed! Wherever I go, her novel was the topic. There were outrageous nobles who wanted Zinnia/ Miuerella to sue my friend. Women set unattainable expectations on men caused by exposure to her story.

After she got at least enough books to make her occupied while Nicholas is at the meeting, she settles on to the small bedroom window that wasn’t that cramped more spacious but was enough for her to have a comfortable space to read at. Randomly picking the books amongst the huge stack, Zinnia pursed her lips as her brows rose with interest after seeing the title of the book in her hands. ‘Bane Legacy’ From the mysterious title itself, Zinnia can already tell that it must be a thriller, mystery, and fantasy book. Well, it doesn’t matter to her, the title was enough to make her stay. “Legacy? Hmm, humor me” she murmured before leaning her back at the wall behind her and finding a nice position

Once they were airborne, an array of fine Italian dishes was set out on a table in front of her chair as Zaki took out a sheaf of papers from his briefcase. “So I guess you're going to be one of those husbands then,” she said, spearing a little shrimp with her fork. Attention fixed unwaveringly on the papers he was working on, he asked. “Which ones?” “The workaholics. The grumpy ones….maybe even the bullies. The ones who ignore their wives.”

[JANE] “What’s your novel about?” I inquired as I took a sip from my coffee. Luna looked at me for a second before she squinted her eyes and hummed as if she’s trying to recall what her novel is about. Her tongue clicked before she spoke. “My novel is about two people who met in an unexpected situation. One made a bet and the other agreed, one life is at stake. I don’t want to spoil that much because I want you to read it yourself”, she smiled but I was too distracted to smile back. I was once again terrified at the thought that this is somewhat connected to me and Khali. Who is this person in front of me, sipping her coffee, wearing a cheerful and attractive smile on her face?

He had been so hard on himself that he pushed everyone away but now, seeing the two of them together gave her hope; Najmah was slowly bringing back her son to life. {••} Najmah had showered and changed into a red fit and flare dress, wrapped a veil in a turban style before strolling towards the library. Pushing the door open, she went in, walking towards the books and picked the first book that caught her eye; “The Devil Wears Prada” by Lauren Weisberger. She sank into the beanbag chair, getting completely immersed in the story. When she was done reading, she returned the book back where she took it then proceeded to look for another book to read.

**The New Dawn** The Shah family had come a long way from the chaos and danger that had once defined their lives. With Raj Malhotra behind bars, the syndicate dismantled, and the Shah Foundation flourishing as a global beacon of justice, they finally felt the weight of the past begin to lift. Yet, as they stepped into this new chapter, they understood that their victory wasn’t an end—it was the foundation for something much bigger. --- Ayesha’s Vision Ayesha sat in the foundation’s new headquarters, a sleek and modern building in the heart of the city. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the skyline, but her focus was on the people gathered in the conference room.

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Her heartbeat quickened. “That side… something is burning,” a woman muttered, rushing past them. Zara’s breath hitched. That was their direction. She started running. And when she finally reached… Her world shattered. Her house was on fire. “No…” she whispered, frozen in shock, the food slipping slightly from her trembling hands. Flames devoured everything. People were shouting, trying to help, throwing water but it was too late. Everything burned. Their clothes. Their belongings. Their memories. Gone.