Sheharzaad Novels & Stories

“Thank you for the compliment. I’m Leah. And you must be from the Blackwell clan?” The man stood and reached out a hand to her, which she reluctantly shook. “Yes. I’m Theodore Blackwell. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Leah sat down on the sofa next to her father facing Theo and assessed him. He seemed nice enough, but would he be strong enough in the future to stand by her side when she eventually took over the Sullivan clan. Leah doubted it. The man may be kind of charming, but charm didn’t win fights. If her clan were ever to be attacked in the future, Leah didn’t think she would be able to depend on him to have her back.

Sahir said and hugged her from behind. Zoya was still irritated. She let out a breath. "What you cooked, oh rajma chawal (Indian rice dish) my favorite" Sahir said. Meanwhile, Zahara walked down from the steps. "Flower, come here to eat" "No, I'm on diet," Zahara said. "WHAT? But flower, you are already slim, you don't need to diet " Sahir said looking at his daughter's chubby self. "No, I need to diet," Zahara said walking away.

And now, what should Shireen do? *** "Hey, Chika, who have you been after?" "Shin." Thaka, Ferdian, and Sherina were suddenly shocked. The girl of Shin's age came back with a panting breath. She really wanted to tell about who she had met. "How can a child who doesn't know herself be here?" said Thaka. "I thought she was dead," said Ferdian. Sherina glared. She didn't like the attitude of her husband and sister-in-law who was outrageous.

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He and Mishti looked at each other dumbfounded and thought ( How Vihaan knew where all his stuff they put! " Tomorrow morning I will leave. Captain. Shekhar Bajwa and Dr.Mishti Shridhar congratulations for your marriage. And you Captain, you almost healed and also rest assured this will not happen again just be careful with your food diet. And I wish Dr. Mishti you both will get your own healthy child soon." He smiled and checked his bag. His all stuff was as in it, even clothes also perfectly ironed.

Zeeshan, the man with magenta dreadlocks, asked. “I was in the middle of it until you guys captured us Zeeshan,” Sikandar replied. “Oh I must apolo- wait, how do you know my name? “The same way I know Sahil,” Sikandar said smugly, ‘Oi, can you tell me the rest of their names?’ the one in the back is Afzal, “Afzal,” the guy with white hair is Feroze, “Feroze,” The one with long black hair is Shaheen, “Shaheen-”

The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him. "Please leave, let us meet tomorrow during the Annual meeting of the Wushi-Chin Cooperation Funds Mr Chandler Chin." Retrieving the gun placed on top of the dark sheeted bed, he stood up, inches apart from her. She felt a bit short when she looked up to meet his eyes. "Hila-" He was interrupted by her narrowed eyes that basically said 'Call me that again and your family won't have to worry about your succession'

Yet she had developed an understanding with the inhabitants of the haveli. Zahra- whom Sheharzaad met at the dinner that night; rather the night which turned her life upside down; she was a sweet, jolly girl. Twenty two years of age and was pregnant. Pursuing to become a pharmacist. She was happily married with Irtaza, who was Shehryaar's elder brother. The tension Sheharzaad had felt between them both and the vibes of intense fear that came off of Zahra, when she first met her, was not there anymore.

There was no hint of awe or recognition in her expression, just a curious glance that held no fear. “Yes, that’s me,” she replied evenly, her voice was steady. “And you are?” “Victor Husley,” he introduced himself, watching her reaction carefully. There it was, a flicker of something in her eyes. Not fear, but a cautious curiosity. She knew who he was, at least by reputation. Everyone did. "Victor Husley?" She repeated his name with a mix of curiosity. "The billionaire industrialist? What brings you to an art gallery? I wouldn't have see you for the artistic type."

Praveen said. "You like her?" "Yeah, I got a poster of her in my room in Chandrapur." "Really?" "Yes. It's good to see her face." Zoya pouted. "I want to watch this because Rohit Saraf. I think he's cool, He has baby face you know!” said Zoya. " You know, that face reminds me of someone!" It's Praveen's turn to pout, “I think his face is average !” Praveen said.