Tehreem Fatima Novels & Stories

"Kind alone? What about his appearance? How old is he? He might probably be a billionaire, Claudia!" "He is. He's a billionaire, Fatima. He owns a lot of businesses like hotels, restaurants, resorts, clubs… I forgot the others!" She smirked a little. "Bet he's handsome! Is he famous?" I bobbed my head a little. "Maybe? Well, let's just say he is." "If you were to rate his face to me using the scale of one to ten, what would the result be?" "100?" Her eyes glimmered in shock as if she couldn't believe what I said. Thinking about Zamir made me bite his lower lip. He's beyond a hundred though. Those muscles, abs and handsome Greek god face he possesses are on another level!

"I know he loves me and this is just a ploy from Laura now that he's finally rich and-" "Alessandra King!" Fatima yelled, and my eyes went wide. Fatima was my best friend of five years, and currently the head of the IT department. She was usually calm and levelheaded, but when she raised her voice or called your name in full, then she meant business. "You're the only one who's deluded right now," Fatima continued, her eyes narrowed. "Look at this." She thrust her phone into my hands. The screen showed a gossip website with a headline in bold letters.

She cornered Isis in the cottage kitchen while the kettle hummed, blocking the exit with the casual authority of someone who had seen Isis at her best and her absolute worst. "He looks at you like you’re water and he’s been wandering a desert for a decade," Fatima said, her voice dropping into that dangerous, knowing register. "Please tell me you are not still doing that 'professional distance' thing. Because if you are, I’m going to lose my mind." "Fatima—not now. There’s a qualifying heat in the morning and a legal war in forty-eight hours," Isis muttered, reaching for a mug.

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.

I tapped explore and the first thing that came to my mind to search for was Faryah. She was using Faryah Mustapha Edwards now. She was easy to find. She didn't have any posts and her followers weren't that bad. 10k. Cool. I looked at the photos she was tagged in and my heart sank as I looked at her pictures in African wears. She was so beautiful. There were different photos here, with she and her family and my daughter. My Najmah. There were some with the Khalifa guy, their pictures pained my body, heart and soul. No one could deny that they honestly looked very good together and here I was on the side-line.