Pakistani Books Novels & Stories

she said mischievously. Then she saw a few more photos of Kabir some of his school days ..some of his graduation day...she saw a pic of him where he was smiling with his graduation degree... It's the first time she saw him smiling "Pakka photographer ne bola hoga smile karne ko !" She said to herself Then she saw his books there were autobiographies , finance related books , few spiritual texts and many other business related books but nothing like fictional stories!!! She mocked herself for thinking Kabir would read fiction!!!

G for my books at author_gupta Thankyou ♡

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.

( Hazel Solace , Damian Knight, Atlas Aiden. Whisper to me: Basically a desi book specially for Bangladeshi, Indian, and Pakistani readers. It's a deep love affectionate book along with desi twist can't wait to share it. A Bengali lady and two Pakistani men. It's a mix! ( Mehnoor khan, Hamza Osmani, Ayaan Ahmed ) Don't forget to give feedback . I hope you all loved the ending of sinful obsession. Have a great day pookies. 🎀💗

“What is the novel title?” “It was titled “The Pakistani Bride.” I know I saw it here beside the “Mottled Dawn”. Who could have taken it?” Liyana uttered, looking sadly at the woman. “Then a librarian must be reading it,” Gurkiran said, turning to go back to her office. “Who could that be on such a golden day?” Liyana lamented, going away with the woman. “Come back another time.” “That can't be!” Liyana stamp her feet on the floor and Gurkiran looked at her.

She was the first one who was smiling genuinely at me, even though it was brief. "Hello, I'm Natasha." She introduced herself, and I gave her a nod along with a little smile. "Um, so, the Pakhan likes his coffee bitter." Oh, I already got the idea of it last night. The information was given to me in a premium way. "He doesn't like sugar, nothing sweet, and breakfasts are usually light." I continued to listen to her and ended up just standing there, watching everyone. The chores were already divided and done. Why was I even here? Looking like a stupid clown.