The One By Samreen Shah Novels & Stories

"I'm sure she's fine, Carson. You know how these fittings can run long. Maybe she and the seamstress got to chatting." Carson nodded, trying to shake off his unease. "You're right. I'm probably just being paranoid." Just then, his phone rang. Carson's heart leapt, expecting to see Alice's name on the screen. Instead, he frowned at the unfamiliar number. "Hello?" he answered cautiously. "Mr. MacPherson?" A trembling voice came through the speaker. "This is Mrs. Patel, the seamstress. There's been... there's been an incident." Carson felt his blood run cold. "What kind of incident? Is Alice alright?"

It contained a single candid photo of a woman in a white dress pulling a suitcase through the airport Along with it was a short note: "Do you know her? Her name is Kaylee White. She’s Keith Walton’s first love." "Keith never treated Kaylee the way he treated other women. She’s back now…" "Do you really think you can hold on to him?" … Honestly, this kind of childish provocation felt like something straight out of an elementary school playground. It wasn’t even worth a second of my time.

“I’m here to see Colton Fenley. A friend recommended him.” “Of course,” she says. “Give me just a moment and I’ll let him know you’ve arrived.” I sit in the waiting area, trying to breathe normally. Samarah paces inside me, restless. “Samarah,” I whisper through our link, “what’s going on? You’ve been on edge since we walked in.” Her voice is low, uneasy. Something feels off. “Off how? Do you think something bad is going to happen?” Not bad, she says. Just… unexpected.

She was viewing a recording of Ava reading to me as a child. She did not blink. I just absorbed every word. When it was over, she turned to me. "I believe I understand now." "Understand what?" "Why are you fighting to stay human?" I tilted my head. "Would you want that?" She did not answer immediately. Finally: "I guess I want something more." LIAM I felt it before seeing it. A static hum travels through the security grid. Then all of the screens in the safehouse lit up. Vara's words boomed across the corridors.

Dubai shimmered beneath them‌ like a kingdom carved from gold. As the plane de⁠s⁠ce‌nded, Evelyn pressed her palm against the window, st‍a‌ring‍ at the glittering coastline,‌ the endless sa‍nd dunes, and the towering buildin⁠gs‍ that loo⁠ked l⁠ik⁠e the‌y pierced t‌he⁠ sky. It was b⁠ea⁠utiful—breathtaking even—but she fel‍t nothing like a bride on her hon‍eymoon. She felt… misplaced. Lik⁠e a misplaced orna⁠m‍en⁠t in someone els‌e’‍s pala⁠ce.

MASON I leaned against my car, arms folded, trying hard to look casual. Chill. Detached. But my eyes? They had a mind of their own. They were locked on the back seat of Macey’s car. I didn’t even blink as the door opened, and Samantha stepped out like slow-motion was made for her. That dress. Red. Short. Silk. Wrapped around her like it was hand-stitched by the devil. I didn’t recognize it. It was new.

Akshit Lalwani, one of our business parterns, probably of Neev's age came to us. "May I have a dance with this gorgeous lady...?" He asked while forwarding his hand towards me with a beautiful smile on his lips. I felt Neev's hold my waist getting strong causing me bit my lips. Suddenly my eyes fell on Mrs. Samaira Sharma and she winked at me with a mischievous smirk. I smiled internally and put my hand his hands, to which Mr. Akshit grinned. "Yeah sure." I said with a smile and already started enjoying this.

) Was the only thing that first came in my mind. How can he become the crush of my baby. I mean, Does he have look himself in the mirror? My blood boil when he smiled at Ira and shook his hand with her. I clenched my jaw at the sight in front of me. Doesn't he knows that she is my wife. Samaira Advay Sharma. "Don't you think, he is getting too much friendly with girls?" Rishi voice rang in my ear. I turned towards him and saw that he is mirroring my feelings.

I offer him a small smile that tells everything will be alright, and he takes a deep breath, probably trying to convince himself too. Next, I look at was Dr. McBrien, she's with the group that Georgina and I always hang out with. She locks eyes with me, and again, I offer her a small smile that tells everything will be alright. Unlike Dr. Dun, she didn't take a deep breath but simply smiles at me too. In all of us, Dr. McBrien is the most optimistic, but right now, that personality of hers does not work. From here, I can feel that she's tensed too, and nervous. My sight comes to the two men in front of me, brawling through their eyes. I eyed Sean worriedly, waiting until he takes a deep brea