The Blue Veiled Novels & Stories

Castus utter " I know it's rare for someone to have a natural blue hair but..." " It's not rare"Adir cut in and take the hair carefully from Castus "It's impossible for someone to have a natural blue hair and that means the girl I'm looking for is here" " Your highness this isn't some cinderella fairy tale story,the girl doesn't exist" " Castus I gave you the permission to leave, I'm staying here whether the girl exist or not"Adir sit on the bed " You can read a book if you're bored"

Hades was investigating a group of underworlders who wanted me dead. ''Who are you and what do you want?'' I asked as calmly as possible, attempting to conceal my inner fear. The person was a man. Though tall, not as tall as Hades he was still at least six feet. He had a gentle and pleasant presence, with a kind smile. His shoulder-length brown hair and unique eyes stood out. They had a glassy appearance and were violet in color. It was remarkably beautiful, but it was not Hades. His smile vanished. ''I'm sorry if I apologize if my presence upset you, my lady. I thought you might want some company while my lord is busy. I will leave if you ask me to,'' he said, bowing. I realized how rude I

I smiled in response but the truth is I do get affected, every time, but I rather like to be silent as I don't believe in creating a mess out of everything. Vritti went to have a shower and I put the blue lehenga back thinking that today is not the day for it. I will have to wear a dress given by Ahana only. I know why did she do that. The dress she just left was not so good, at least not to wear in the wedding and she will never allow anyone to look better in her wedding. I just wish something happens and I get to wear that blue lehnga tonight. Alas! It's just a wish.

She was wearing a black Abaya gown, mostly worn by Arabian women. It was black in colour, with touches of purple pearl stones by the neck and hands, so, she paired it with a purple small veil, which she had rolled around her face. She smacked her lips gently, and add more of the fruity scented lip balm. Her eyes were glazed with kohl and a little touch of mascara. There was something undeniably attractive about the woman staring back at her, and Zeenah couldn't help the beautiful smile that crossed her lips. Her phone, which she had kept on the mirror vibrated with a ping of a message. She tapped on it, and a sheepish grin spread across her face.

As soon as I leave the hospital, Volkan and Luna decide to pay a visit to the Mosque in the center of Istanbul. In order to enter the Mosque, women need to have their heads covered and Luna had forgotten her veil, having had Volkan buy it at the Grand Bazaar. "Let's put on the veil". “If I had known we were coming to the Blue Mosque, I would have dressed more appropriately”. “What's wrong with this one? As long as your shoulders, arms and legs are covered, there is no ban on entering Luna.” “Yes, I know Volkan, but I would rather wear a long dress and not long pants”.

A week flew by. The homecoming party was grandiose, gathering most, if not all, the bluebloods in the city. Nathaniel was holding my hand, our fingers intertwined. He hissed quietly, "You've had enough time to think it through, so don't make a scene." I said nothing, nor did I give him a moment of my time. Then, the boy came up to me. Before everyone's eyes, he held my hands and called me his mother.

She moved gracefully, her gaze steady as it swept over the camels and the men alike. Joya was draped in a blue hijab, carefully wrapped around her hair and drawn over her nose, almost like a veil shaped into a mask. It concealed her features, leaving only her eyes exposed. Those doe blue eyes had a striking likeness to it, framed by long, dark lashes that drew attention without effort. Beneath the blue folds, she wore a black gown that fell in long, modest lines, its sleeves covering her arms completely. The dark fabric complemented the slender golden bracelet resting against her wrist, catching the light whenever she moved.

Close enough to smell the faint scent of graphite, fabric, and jasmine clinging to her skin. She didn’t move away anymore when I got close. That realization did something unsettling to my chest. “What’s that one called?” I asked quietly, nodding toward the sketch. Elara tilted the page slightly toward me. A long black coat with sculpted shoulders and hidden inner layers designed to conceal small weapons. “Veil,” she said softly. “It’s supposed to look elegant until you notice how dangerous it actually is.” My eyes lifted slowly to hers. “That sounds familiar.” Her lips curved faintly despite herself.

Emily nodded her head, “Wait right here, I'll go to my room to get some money and my veil, I'll be right back!” “Alright, I'll wait right here.” “Okay!” Emily ran to her room. When she came back, she was wearing a veil that started from her head to cover the rest of her face and she was holding a pouch in her hand along with another veil. “Zoe I'm back! And I got a veil for you.” “I will not wear the Veil.” “Huh?” *** As they walked out, Violet and Emily passed yet a number of men and women, many of the women putting on veils. The women that weren't putting on veils were either old or disabled so they didn't fear attracting men.

I was an understanding person, or at least I tried to be, especially in moments like these. When she finally emerged, the sight of her erased my frustration in an instant. She had chosen a light blue anarkali suit, the delicate fabric flowing around her as she walked. The veil was draped loosely over her left shoulder, adding an extra touch of elegance to her already graceful appearance. Her hair was loosely braided to the side, with soft strands falling here and there, framing her face in a way that highlighted her features. It was as if each strand was deliberately placed to enhance her beauty. Her lips, small and pink, caught the light, their subtle sheen contrasting against her fair skin