Writer Gulzar Novels & Stories

Ivanka pointed to Zehra. “You’re South Indian?” Nora asked. Seema looked surprised. “No. I’m Seema Singh, North Indian.” “Singh? So you’re...” “Yea, I’m Sikh,” “Really? You look healthy to me,” Zehra said and Seema laughed. “I’m not sick, I’m Sikh,” Ivanka looked at her like she was bonkers and Seema rolled her eyes. “What’s your full name?” she asked Zehra. “Zehra Mahmood.”

I felt edged by her not looking at me but OK. I extended my hand for her to put the ring on it but she didn't I waited but nope no movement. Her mom nudged side and signaled towards my waiting hand hastily she put the ring on my finger careful not to let our hands touch. Now it my turn to put the ring on her finger. She extended her hand but it was shaking like a leaf. Its not as if I'll eat it off. Anyways to stable her hand I took a hold of it oddly it was ice cold. I mean OK the temperature here in Islamabad is cold but not cold enough to freeze ones hand. Ignoring the coldness and shaking of her hand I slid the ring in her ring finger. To say it looked perfect would be a understatement.

Zarun said " no Zarun bhai jaan you will not say a fucking thing. Not a fucking word. I will not stay here anymore. I will leave for New York only and will never come back. And you Mr. Sheerazi, I know that your character is not good. You had relationships before your marriage as well and I seriously do not want to take her name. You know very well about whom I am talking here. Your character is just cheap, nothing else. They all are blind but I am not. I am not fucking blind. And I will prove my point one day and I will prove you a liar and cheater as well. I promise you that Mr. Sheerazi I promise you that. "Aarhan said and went upstairs without responding to anyone else

Gupta Double update day, will update in a few. I know you all have been waiting, I hope it will be worth it!!!

Gulaab POV "Aankhen unki zheel ke jesi hai, Saaf Or gehri, Muskaan unki baadlo ke jesi hai, Ghani or jhuti, Jism unka ghaatiyo ke jesa hai, Vishal or Sthir, Chamak unki taaro ke jesi hai, Kaatil or nasheeli, Mohobbat unki nashe ke jesi hai, Chakle to ek baar fir or ek baar fir"

Arisha also arrived downstairs. ‘Hopefully she won’t continue her boycott in front of Farhan,’ Ismail hoped. “What brings you here tonight brother?” Ismail asked. “I’m afraid it’s your son again,” Farhan said solemnly. “I should have guessed,” Ismail scoffed. “What happened now?” Arisha asked Farhan. Farhan responded by playing the clip of Sikandar and Aarif shaking hands. “Aarif Ghazi Pashtun has made an offer to Sikandar to join them. The entire Gulistan knows about it and so does the emperor,” Farhan explained.

Keya Gujral : 21 years old, Beautiful girl, having a melodious voice. But she lost her eye's vision in childhood. She is the heir of the Gujral Empire. Daughter of late. Keshav Gujral and Siya Gujral. She is a symbol of love and mercy. Always smiling and loving to everyone. Abeer Raichand :