Shaheen Novels & Stories

Catherine asked with a monotone voice. “Didn’t you hear, Mr. Hernandez? The partner does not have to be a guy.” Brittany said with a gesture. “What’s on your mind then.” Catherine was uninterested but she must go with the flow as she does not have any other choice. “Of course, our specialty. Ballet.” Brittany exclaimed in excitement and Catherine felt like her world had been destroyed. Catherine blinked twice and asked again, “What?” “Ballet.” Brittany said with so much happiness. She was all giddy but Catherine was not.

Heron could hear a new voice giving suggestions , maybe it belonged to that tycoon, Mr Shaheen. He waited to hear a woman's voice but in vain. The next time Heron opened his eyes, he couldn't believe it, he was amazed at how beautiful the house was!- it looked just like a palace. "Are you okay, mister? Actually, my name is Shaheen, a handsome and harmless man as you can see.... so feel free for you're in good hands now. Those people who brought you have explained everything to me, you'll be staying here with me till you get fine."

If he hurts my sister he'll for sure get hurt. I entered, only to find the one that I'd avoided sitting with him. It's been a year and they are still together, that clear the fact that they both are serious about their relationship. I want to leave. I don't want Rachel to be with me, my presence might ruin the happiness of her date. But I don't think my sister should be coming any minute now, and it's an important day for her. So, I stood around the corner not to make a mark, and I guess I'm blessed to be wearing a hoodie even in this fancy place. I hide my face as much as I can with a hoodie, watching Rachel. She has changed since the last time I saw her, she has grown more beautiful, and w

A chubby woman with glasses a little big for her face smiles at me politely, “Welcome ma'am, how may we be of any service to you today?” She asked kindly, smiling so much that I was creeped out. “Uhm, I'm here to see Roman. Roman Domino. We have a meeting " “Oh, what's your name?” “Ashanti Dunbar " I reply “Ah yes, Mr. Domino is expecting you, the penthouse is where you are headed "I nod and fake a smile. I'm a ball of nerves, my palms are sweating. I've never been one to be nervous because of a simple meeting. But we're talking about the man who killed my family, which also happens to be the man who makes my legs buckle.

Zaroon spoke, his tone smug. "Who?" "Sheharaad," "Sheharzaad who?" "Sheharzaad Qureshi," Zaroon reiterated, "I saw her at your office today as I was coming in now," "How do you know her?" "University times. I was a teacher at her university and even got a chance to teach her as well. You know, she is pretty and the boys used to worship the ground she walked on. It wasn't only due to beauty of her face but also beauty of her character. She had a great, great character. I always found her protecting her dignity and preserving her chastity. I've never ever seen her to even turn around and notice as much as an inch of the guy who'd be staring at her. She never brought them into her notice and th

Really like we are sweet couple. "OK bhabi... My name is shehrooz... And I'm the best friend of your husband... ",he said. "OK bahi...my name is anaya shehryaar khan... ..."why I introduced myself as anaya shehryaar not as anaya shahid. I should hate him. He killed my parents.... But why.... Anaya.. He is your husband now... Islam give the highest point to husband .i should respect him like that... After nikkah Allah put the love in both soul for each other... Inshallaha one day he will love me crazily... Like my husband... I broke my train of thoughts..

His reputation preceded him like a shadow; they called him Madwolf not just for his ruthlessness, but for the way he could smell betrayal from miles away. Across from them sat the object of their attention—Shaheen Al-Rashid, known in the underworld simply as The Panther. If Avyaan was ice and Hardhik was fire, then Shaheen was the desert itself—ancient, unforgiving, and absolutely merciless. His olive-skinned face bore the scars of countless battles, and his dark beard was meticulously groomed despite the hostile environment. Gold teeth glinted when he smiled, which he did often, but never with warmth. His men flanked him like a

Batool said with a smile and he gulped before taking a seat opposite them. He quickly sneaked a glance at Hooriya who was looking down and fidgeting with her fingers. "Hamza, this is Hooriya. She's Shiza's friend." Batool introduced Hooriya and Hamza sat there dumbfounded. "Hooriya beti (daughter), this is my son Hamza Shah. Heir of Shah enterprises. He is well known in the business world as a great investor. My son is very kind and generous." Batool introduced her son and Hooriya's eyes shot up towards Hamza when Batool mentioned kindness.

My face was veiled afterwards.A women came to me and held my hands "Slam bhabhi...I'm Zehra.I'm your husband's sister.I'm daughter of your deceased step mother's sister" .She was so beautiful with brown locks and light brown eyes. She was Sabheen Khala daughter.Sabheen khala was married to Pushtoon family.I recalled that much.She died at young age due to car accident alongwith her husband. I heard they have two children.I never caught more because they move outside Pakistan afterwards.