Qarar E Man Novels & Stories

"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."

he didn't replied anything I wiped my tears and said "as I said to you earlier whether you love me or not but I love only you and you also should love only me" he chuckled but didn't replied anything I went to my home he too returned back I'm not in a mood to talk anything with rio too I slept on the other side two men man 1 : why are we following her man 2 : dont you remember what our lord said man 1 : is she our queen to our lord man 2 : yeah she is our lord's queen man 1 : then why you taken her pictures man 2 : master ordered me to bring her details and pictures

“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.