Om Burhan Novels & Stories

someone behind Tiyem cleared his throat. The girl turned around and saw a large, muscular man. There are three piercings in both ears and a scar from an incision at the corner of his left eye. The man was wearing a white t-shirt with a Hello Kitty image on it and knee-length shorts. He is Bahar, the leader of the Bentor Gang. "Mr Bahar!" Tiyem exclaimed in surprise. "Wow! Is this really you, Tiyem?" Bahar smiled thinly. "Um, Mr, I ..."

He had seen the pattern emerge in the aftermath of each incident, but it wasn’t until he stumbled upon the name of a billion-dollar company that the pieces began to align. The company, known as Duran Industries, was a behemoth in the tech world, specializing in cutting-edge surveillance technology. Dario had heard whispers about it in the corridors of power, but he had never thought much of it. Now, however, it felt like the missing link in a chain he had been trying to forge. The owner of Duran Industries, a man known only by the initials “DU,” was a figure shrouded in mystery. The billionaire was rarely seen in public and had a reputation for being ruthless in business.

She has to remind herself of the debts she owes every day to do that. “Coming.” What she sees and hears on the TV next shocks her speechless. Her mouth drops open and slumps down on the sofa. The news anchor’s voice keeps repeating in the living room. “SBC News has learned that the FBI has foiled an attempted terrorist attack in Brunswick, Maine just an hour ago. The authorities found multiple minuscule difficult-to-detect bombs in the airplanes in an aircraft manufacturing facility that belongs to Pinnacle Group. Authorities said they also captured the notorious Omar Haqqani, under the pseudonym Nizam Soltani, who is responsible for sponsoring London terror attacks that killed at least two

Then I took another document from my bag. "This is an authentication report from an authoritative agency. "This video is not synthetic. It's the original footage." The crowd was in an uproar again. Hannah's face went completely white. "Even if it's real!" someone in the crowd shouted. "So what? Your wife cheated, but that doesn't mean you can stand by and watch her die! It doesn't mean you can demand her parents' property!" "Right!" someone else agreed. "Cheating is cheating, but you went too far too!"

) I hold her face in my palms and kissed her forehead with love and right . "Burhan is totally alright and is present in Multan. Main itna pagal bhi nhi hua ab apkey pyaar main jaana ke apney saley sahab ko hi kidnap karlun ab" Listening to my words, she was looking at me like I have told some rocket science. Extremely confused . (Burhan is totally alright and is present in Multan. I am.not that stupid in your love, my life that I will kidnap my own brother in law)

I hovered at the bathroom doorway, watching Simon freeze in place. His face went from pale to ashen gray, his lips parting and pursing without making a single sound. The once unstoppable Alpha now seemed drained of every ounce of strength as he leaned against the doorframe just to stay upright. Connor's voice pulled him back to reality. "Alpha…" Simon staggered forward, one step after another, until he finally sank to his knees by the bathtub. He reached into the murky water, then drew out a fragment of white bone.

“I have a feeling you’ll return to the club before the night is over.” Aries responded with a dismissive eye roll. “Dream on!” “Aries!” they heard Simon. “Wasqa Burani is no more!” he announced, and Aries’s smile faded. “So, what next?” “Airport.” *** New York, The assassination of renowned entrepreneur Wasqa Burani quickly circulated throughout New York, prompting skepticism towards the police’s reliability. “Sebastian Genovese is involved in this!” The chief vehemently slammed his hands on the desk. “We have no shred of information against him!” An officer said.

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."

“Lock the river down!” His voice cracked, raw and violent. “I want her found. Alive or dead!” What he didn’t know— was that long before the explosion, a black speedboat had already pulled alongside the yacht. No markings. No lights. Just timing. I was gone before the fire ever touched the water. Marco and my father’s men took me off that boat. Clean. Precise. Final. Out on the water, Marco handed me a glass of bourbon. I took it without a word. Behind us, flames swallowed what remained of the yacht. Ahead, the shoreline lights faded into distance.

Aaryan commanded. "I’ll be there," Tasnim replied, turning on her heel. Her silent guardian followed her into the crowd like a looming shadow. Zarif leaned in, his voice a low hiss. "I know that guy. His name is Farhan. He’s got deep underworld connections in Dubai. He’s a butcher, Aaryan. Dangerous." Aaryan said nothing. He began to walk again, but his mind was a whirlwind. Who was this girl? Why was her voice filled with venom, and why did her eyes burn with a fire that felt personal?