Why Is Isha Mute Novels & Stories

she asked, her voice a little shaky as she clung to the safety of a neutral topic. The words were an attempt to break the silence, a way to anchor herself in the moment when everything around her felt overwhelming. Isla felt the tension in the air, the thick emotions that seemed to swirl between them, but she couldn’t bring herself to acknowledge them directly. Instead, she grasped at the ordinary, asking a simple question, as if it would somehow provide her with the space to breathe and think clearly. Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the anxiety she was trying to mask.

Only the noise from my cries was heard. "Everyone out," Isaiah said over my cries, standing from his chair. "Please. I want to speak to Zira alone." No one seemed to move fast enough for Isaiah. "OUT NOW!" He commanded. Reluctantly, everyone walked out of the room, leaving us alone. I tried my best to control my sobs and tears, but to no avail. It wasn't until I felt Isaiah's arms around me, pulling me into the tightest hug ever, that my cries slowly subsided. I've forgotten how warm his embrace was. It was pleasant and familiar, and I didn't want it to end.

At least her friend's so-called partner was not into the Mafia. Helena was shocked to hell when she told her Viso's identity and like the mother hen she was, she decided that Isabel would have no contact with that man again. Helena took care of her like a child because Isabel turned into a mute and numb person. Someone who was only breathing for the sake of living but not living at all. Which we called depression!

he mutters under the breath, leaving the room. Zire shakes his head at me silently, warning me not to say anything out of turn. It's as if the announcement of Isaiah's fathers has soured everyone's mood. Even Elise looks irritable as she pushes past me, squaring her shoulders back as if preparing for the meeting. Zire and I are the last to leave, remaining solemnly silent.

iam a sinful child my father hated me my mom died then why me what is the use of me being alive why I became burden to everyone because of me even mithuna mom life spoiled I don't even have right to be alive I will leave everyone but I want to see everyone atleast once so I returned to home I seen mom lucky and ishi lucky asked me why iam upset but I said nothing I decided to leave my home at night so I said to ishi I want to sleep alone she accepted I deleted everything in my phone I left the note in my phone pouch along with phone then I turn off the all CCTV cameras and left home I went near a bridge to jump

Shivaay added bitterly. "We couldn't know what she's plotting next." Isha spoke. "We tried to tap her phone but somehow it gets blocked everytime as if there is a some mechanism guarding it." Ajay spoke and after a moment suddenly Isha frowned. "What did you say?" She asked and Ajay looked at her. "What?" He asked. "I asked what did you say?" She repeated and he frowned recalling his last words. "I said, we tried to tap her phone–" "After that, the last thing. What did you say?" Isha demanded and Ajay frowned.

"Assalam 'Alaikum to everyone here. Wallahi, this is the saddest news I've heard and witnessed so far. It is indeed so painful and so unfortunate that this happened to our Aisha. Everyone here knows Aisha and everyday, I pray for her kind of Iman (faith) and Barakah (blessing)." She paused for a while as tears fell from her saggy eye sacks. She wiped it away with the edge of her wrapper and sniffs silently. "I never imagined this would happen to our innocent and beloved daughter. Aisha will not keep that child, It has to be flushed. Allah would understand, this is my point." Everyone in the meeting supported Mama Barakah except Alfa Luqman, the ladan of the mosque.

Why couldn't she talk to me and let me tell exactly what had happened? She was not ready to talk to me, so blocked my number and me from her life and all her social media handles. How can she do that?? I was still thinking about all that while dancing when all of a sudden, Isha missed a step and was falling when I caught her. She thanked me with a smile and hug. I gave a polite smile and removed her arms from my body. But she managed to peck my cheek. Oh God!!! What was wrong with this girl??

" No one is forcing you not to smile you know, you have such a beautiful smile," " There's no reason to smile," " I support that," Isha said standing up to her feet and dusting her butt, " there's no reason to smile," " But you should while you can, don't deny yourself that," " Says the lady who's just like me, is that advice for me or for yourself?" " It's for you, there's no way there'll be a reason for me," " Why that?" " I'm too broken; I've lost all reason and purpose too," her eyes dropped dejectedly, " I'm just living right now, with bitterness and rage, consumed with nothing but vengeance, so there's no way I can smile."

ENZO MORETTI “Yes, please,” Isa said over the phone. Isa was curled up on the couch, knees tucked beneath her and body bent to the side. I walked in, my boots thudding against the floor. When we were together, the silence in the room was so heavy it felt unbearable. She didn’t lift her head to acknowledge me. I moved cautiously, keeping close to the walls as I headed for the small shelf in the corner. “No, it’s just me. I’m his only guardian with the right of disposition,” Isa said, twisting the phone wire between her fingers.