Tahreem Fatima Novels & Stories

I know he doesn't buy what I just said thank God I don't care. ******* As I make my way to the throne, a lady hold my hand. Her hand is warm and she gives a welcoming smile. "Hi, I am Tareem's wife, Tasha Darc. We met at your wedding" Tareem's wife? Oh! He left me at the altar to meet HER at the altar. I am not mad, I am just disappointed he made me make a fool of myself. "Oh hi. Sasha Vahemir" "Sasha Bahedia, you mean", she gives a silkily smile that washes away any anger I had from her earlier remark.

She smiled and stood up. "I am waiting for you in the kitchen, okay?" Raheem said and left her alone. She quickly went into the bathroom, took a quick shower, brushed her teeth. She wore her bathrobe and stepped out of the bathroom. She went to her closet and chose a pink t-shirt and paired it with blue jeans. She wore her slippers, dried her hair and stepped out of her bedroom. She went straight to the kitchen where she found Raheem telling everything to his wife. Fatima shook her head and stood up. She walked towards Neha and pulled her in a bear hug.

"What?!!!" "Yes, we know her. And the worst part is that, she's a relative." "No, she's never a relative. She is not and will never be!" Aryan bursted at Zee. "Who are you talking about, Zee. Who is the person?." "It's Fatima, mom." "What?!!!" "Yes, we overheard her conversation with Hajara. We tried to save Aisha, we tried to stop her but it was too late." "Subhanallah! Innalillahi wa Inna illaihi raji'un (From God we came from and to him we shall return back to)."

Timtim Aariz Sheikh Pataudi, crowned in sindoor and mangalsutra, Ishtiyaq Khan realized he had lost a war he hadn’t even prepared for. A war against his own heart.

Fatima said in a whisper-yell tone. Sabeerah had no answer for her so she simply shook off Fatima and walked away, her heart was pounding harder as she made her way back to her office with the incident replaying in her head. She didn't regret hitting Islam but Fatima's caution was ringing in her head, what had happened to her? It was as if her lifelong ambition suddenly didn't matter anymore and she was content with being nothing. In her office, she packed up her things and left the building. She drove off to the new site at Glaze plaza.

Farah's companion interrupted with a groan. “You know her; she prefers attractive men like you!" He laughed loudly before covering his mouth shyly. "Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot to introduce myself, my gosh. I'm Katy Pee, and P stands for Purita Kalaw Ledesma. I’m Farah's Manager." "Thank you very much, Ms Farah, for agreeing to sign the contract. It is a tremendous honour for my son.” Mother Nena gasped as she held Farah's hand.

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.

She waved at them before going towards the gym. Present-Jafar absent-mindedly waved back, trying to put a name to her face. His eyes widened when he recognized the scar, “Is that Tahira Qadri Pashtun? Why is she here?” “She is staying here to get to know her fiancé better,” Present-Yahya answered. “Who’d be dumb enough to marry a wild woman like her?” Present-Yahya looked at Present-Jafar like he had said something stupid. Past-Tahira was sipping some soda when Past-Jafar walked up to her.

she muttered under her breath, earning a subtle grin from Khaleed. "And you," Fatma's eyes swung to Noor with so much hatred, she wondered if she were truly the woman's granddaughter. "You were out there soaking in the media's attention like the attention seeker you are instead of being here with your father, as you're supposed to. Allah is my witness, I rue the day I had allowed Al'amir to marry that Emirati woman. There is no good outside of marrying someone from outside of your own tribe. As if that wasn't enough, he had to go and marry the other one. I had told him repeatedly that marrying that Jawahir would not end well and look..."

She stood in front of the mirror to see marks on her neck due to that monster's torture. "He eats me like he haven't eaten anything for years." Fatima made a face as she went to take a shower , a warm one. Besides Abaan who was talking on the phone outside needed a cold shower at that time. Fatima after making a loose bun and covered her head with a loose hijab, as she didn't want that incident again, she walked outside to find Abaan standing near the door. He wasn't wearing his coat , still in his black shirt whose few top buttons were opened , as usual, giving the glimpse of his tattoo. She wanted to throw that phone from his hands but didn't do it as she knew his work was very important b