Qarar E Man Novels & Stories

she asked. "Suppose a Sorrowful Man came to my palace one night and killed you as you slept," said Xaro. The Sorrowful Men were an ancient sacred guild of assassins, so named because they always whispered, "I am so sorry," to their victims before they killed them. The Qartheen were nothing if not polite. "It is wisely said that it is easier to milk the Stone Cow of Faros than to wring gold from the Pureborn."

the man slithered with a sinister smile. Narrah's unreadable eyes coldly stare at the man, her head held high. No one could be as impertinent as the man and it's riling her. ”I am Ahnarrah Carmaine Quinn, the Lady of Araceli, you address me accordingly" Narrah repeated. Her cold gaze continues to stare at her visitors. The younger woman beside the couple scoffs as she mockingly stares at her. "Save your arrogance Narrah, you are no longer the lady of this estate… but I am" the younger woman exclaimed smugly.

A single door of reinforced steel. Clack. Elara turned the key. The door groaned open. The man inside was sitting on a pile of straw. He was thin. So thin his ribs looked like a birdcage. His hair was a matted white mane that reached his waist. He was holding a small, glowing stone between his fingers. "The Prince of the South," the man rasped. His voice sounded like grinding stones. "I wondered when the Pearl would bring you to me." "Matthew Collins?"

Shayari said looking at Aarhan's tensed form "Can you see that car following our car?" Aarhan asked and Shayari looked at the mirror to see that there is indeed a car which is following them "That car has been following us for a long time. First i thought that it was also going kullu but when I slowed down and it did not over take us I understood that something was happening. I was talking with Aarav. He said we have no back up for now we both have to save our lives. Do not panic or freak out. I will not let anything happen to you trust me. Just open that dashboard and take out the packet inside it. "Aarhan said without looking Shayari who got very much scared after listening that

Gerald and Ariana raised their heads, looking at the person who called them. A Middle Eastern-looking man with a tall stature, broad chest, and long legs smiled at them mockingly. "I didn't expect to meet you here," Gerald snorted. The man, greeted coldly, smiled again. His eyes then glanced at Ariana.

Keyara Says; I was startled when someone tapped my shoulder. As I turned to look, I was even more surprised to see a man with a foolish grin standing in front of me. His face looked disheveled, and I could even see beads of sweat covering his forehead. The man's clothes were soaked to the point where I wondered if it had rained nearby, as his white shirt appeared as though it had been drenched. His once stylish haircut now looked messy. Out of reflex, I immediately removed the two small round objects from my ears while staring at him and asked, "Que (What?)"

"I FUCKING ALREADY SAID IT!" the man yelled, whose name is Kuar. Khein's patience was already at its lowest. Anytime soon he might lose his temper and smash the man's head on the floor through irritation. He opened the envelope in front of him and took one photo from it. He smiled in malice. "I've heard you got a cute, little princess who looks after her deceased mother," he said, his voice was cold and ruthless. "And oh, she's already in pre-school."

“Is mind-reading your karamat?” “No, your majesty.” “Then how do you know what he’s planning?” “I am- I will keep an eye on him too.” “You should have done that long ago. Now go away.” Yahya nodded and left the room, leaving Jafar to ruminate in his paranoia. Meanwhile, in Barfistan, Aarif was in the backyard practicing his karamat by lifting large slabs of rocks from the ground. He was sweating despite the cold air, forming light mist from his body. He stopped and let the slabs fall when Meeran entered.