Novel & Cerita Rabia Basri

She added, making sure that she closed the door behind. “Oh hey sorry, I received your message and bitch congrats!” Aria said, running towards Sabrina before hugging the life out of her. Aria was Sabrina's cousin and best friend. Just like Sabrina, she grew up living with patriarchies questioning her abilities as she was the only woman in the family too. When she turned 20 she started working as an investigator at Colorado, she was 6 years younger than Sabrina, but she managed to graduate first because law school takes more years to accomplish than criminology, despite their age difference, both of them managed to create a strong bond.

“but she is raised as Kiyara....Gupta...that too in an orphanage, that orphanage started for her, I myself started that" I already knew that but still I hoped that she must be talking about someone else, but she made it clear. “you are lying “I whispered but I myself was not sure “ohh...you know Aarav I am not, she is shashi Oberoys' daughter.” I have to leave from here or else I will break down in front of that bitch. As I was about to leave she said " Aarav.....do you know her age right now....?...I bet you don't...then let me tell you , she is 23 right now....her will is already activated , she is right now The Mafia Queen of Bombay "

she placed a plate full of steaming aloo paratha on the table. "Abia is coming, she came from Bangalore last week so I invited her " she continued. Abia al-Ahmed, Hayat's childhood friend more like a sister. She is really sweet with a great sense of humor and also really beautiful. Even in her mid-twenties she still looks like a teenage girl. We have been really close all the previous years before she got married. "Where is Zyana I have not seen her since yesterday," I asked her still filling my mouth with donuts.

My fiance was running down shirtless while trying to buckle his belt and right behind him, a lady in his shirt was walking down the stairs too. Holy fuck. “Maria?” His eyes widened and my mouth formed an iron 'o'. Wow. “Who is this?” The woman behind him cooed, looking at me with confusion. A stupid slut who had never heard the name. “My name…” I murmured as I removed the engagement ring on my finger. “Is Maria Rodriguez, bitch and bastard!” I threw the ring to the floor and walked out. I was so stupid. How could I not have seen it before? Was I really that oblivious to how he had behaved? God, I was so stupid.

I said. "Jeans and a shirt? And who are you ? a boy? You will wear this black dress only and I'll be wearing this" Rabia said while grabbing her blue colored dress. I held the black dress which I brought when I lost a bet to Rabia. "And by the way why you didn't tell me that model Nora is staying here? Leave it ... Did you just look at her, how she looks at your Sahir, and my Zaki? Babe trust me she is planning to snatch our love, I have heard lots of things about her, she is a very cunning woman, had affairs with every actor she worked with.

“Hey! I don’t need people to babysit m- also it’s important to figure out which screams suits me. Now when we have time, we’ll do the laugh. I feel like a big ‘hahaha’ suits me more than a giggle and-” “Jake is an expert in this, you know. You should ask him to sit with you.” I say and Jake widens his eyes at me before giving me an angry look. “Jake! Is that you?” I hear a sweet voice making me whip my head around in the direction of the woman who broke up with Jake a month before their wedding, I finally got a good look at her. The last time I had just seen her from a distance but now here she was standing in front of me looking so simple and beautiful. She was short with dark brown hair an

But these days, he found his attention drifting towards another fellow—Aisha, a renewable power engineer from Morocco. Aisha became recognised for her dedication and intelligence, her historical past in developing easy strength solutions for rural regions drawing admiration from all who labored together with her. Rafiq had long admired her determination, but over the past weeks, something had shifted. Their discussions about sustainable practices, the demanding situations they faced, and their shared hopes for a brighter future had slowly deepened, revealing a connection that went beyond professional recognition.

Rabiah sat slowly, although it was not a lot of money for her, she only had about five million in her account. "I can run around, there was a pharma company looking for her to be their endorser. They were offering thirty million." Labeebah's mother didn't speak, she only sighed at the unfortunate events that had happened, how her Labeebah became someone who would have to beg for anything.

a petite girl said standing in front of her. "Hi, I am Arabella Bishop and I resume today for the role of editor here," Arabella said. "Those Bastards" the woman sighed out loud. "Sorry," Arabella said confused. "Oh don't mind my language" she sighed in frustration. "Who do I meet to start?" Arabella asked. This woman was probably the office assistant and there was no way she would stand wasting time when she had probably so much to do on her first day. "I am Aurora Quinn and I am the Chief Editor and Co-CEO of the company"

Somia said while slapping his shoulder "And You are Aima"Haris said while pointing his both hands towards her Somia smacked her head and made a cute pout . " I AM NOT AIMA. I AM SOMIA AHMAD SIDDIQUE . DAUGHTER OF AHMAD SIDDIQUE .SISTER OF BURHAN SIDDIQUE. GRAND DAUGHTER OF AKRAM SIDDIQUE."Somia said in shouting tone and glaring at him He was looking at her feeling like a mental. He don't know what the hell is happening.