Yusuf Zulaikha Novels & Stories

"Shhh!!! Chill bro! The pocket money I'll get! It's yours, I'm Clientele Life! I got you covered!!! 😂😂😂 "What the!! ? 🙊 They laughed till they both cried. "Bro give me another, one last one, they both lighted them and chilled till late! They chatted till late, made crazy videos whilst they were high and they were just so over the moon, Yazan had just video called one of his friends, put Isha on the crazy map and screamed "I'm popping up with my hot sis bro! The Hussain's are coming! Count us in!

He looked at her for a while and then he got up and walks off. “What happened to him?” asked Zaryaab while pointing at Zain who was drinking like an addict but he was still sober. “Oh come on bro, you have taken the 19th shot, what made you so offended?” asked Zain. He remained quiet. His phone rang. “Hello,” he said in a deep voice. “Hey Zain, it’s me Saliha, I was waiting for you, I am unable to under one clause of archeology, could you help?” she asked.

*** Writer's POV: Asahd Usaïd, son of Lahkdar Usaïd and Hadija Usaïd, Sultan and Queen of Zagreh, a little but wealthy kingdom, somewhere in the rural parts of Morocco, had finally returned from his vacation in Australia. He was a young and intelligent 22yr old man who had recently gotten his masters, a few years after he'd graduated from college. Oh, he sure had attended the best schools. He'd attended highschool in a prestigious school in Istanbul, and had gotten his first degree in Dubai. As well as his masters. He was quite educationally accomplished at such a young age. One thing that made his parents very proud.

I didn't know what was happening to me. "Zoya please say something", I whispered as she threw me a helpless look. "Daughter of the renowned businessman Mr Rehmat Ali and the to be the owner of his empire Zoya Ali has gotten married to their employee Abrar Zafar", I heard a reporter saying in front of her camera. What the fuck she is saying! The situation was out of control. Especially Zoya's silence was making me more furious. I tried to help her but it seemed like I was the one who got affected by it the most.

Khalid said,"If you have lost sight of that girl, don't see anyone else." Usman laughed and Musa ignored their teasing remark . Khalid checked Arunash's class and he started to search for a 3rd year students list . As he was scrolling down Musa instantly said,"Stop Khalid! HERE SHE IS". Khalid viewed her profile . On top there was a picture of Kiara and below the details are mentioned . Name - Kiara Age - 20 year Father - Pawan Mother - Sushmita Phone no . - ****00***00

I shake my head and smile. "Ok let's forget about the wedding fo now. Let's just get to know eachother. Hi! I'm Zaheer Kazmi, age 27, I'm a CA in a govt firm, I have a mother and sister in my family, I'm the only man in the house, I love football, diehard fan of Ronaldo, I like to read mystery novels, I like Shakira, favourite Bollywood movie would be PK but favourite actor is Salman Khan. Favourite actress Katrina. Favourite food, Indian. Favourite place on earth, my home. Now what about you?"

And deejah laugh at the scene. He open her side door and close it back as soon as she enter. He went to his side and drove toward khalid new house. Having some chit chat with them. "walahi I'm tired, I need a serious massage" Yushraf said. "You should get married and get massage without complaining " Hafsat said. "You're right hafsat, I really need to get married I'm the only bachelor here and they will soon start downgrading me" he utters jokily.

“Nothing serious, I was just thinking of the future.” “Well, the future is as serious as you can imagine. What is up with you these days? I barely see you.” Claudia asked with a serious tone. “Oh, I have been busy with Ada. We have been shooting content. Did you know she has gathered a lot of followers, she even got a repost from Zac Zhou.” He announced excitedly “Who is that?” “You don’t know Zac?” He expressed surprise. “He is the most influential Fashion stylist in America.” “Wow, that sounds quite like an achievement. I will take it that Ada is doing well then.” Claudia said with little interest in her eyes.

"I should like to have a word with my little brother." Yusuf was sitting by the pool with a wrinkled newspaper in his hands. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt, with grey shorts that stopped just above his knees. He was muttering to himself as he read, flipping the pages with so much force that he tore each page as it turned. Zainab was beside him, watching him coolly. The bandages were still on her shoulder, and there was a tenderness about her that was unsettling. "So," she sighed in an exaggerated manner, "you've succeeded in pushing away everyone and everything you've ever loved."

I will never be Stefanos de Vesilios again. -Zohara