Zia Rashid Novels & Stories

She now had power and money unlike before. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Craig," Rashid spoke in his raw Indian accent and shook hands with the Principal, giving off a serious aura. To her surprise, Mr. Craig went through the extra trouble to stand up and return the handshake. "It was my pleasure," he said before turning to Maryam who just looked at them with confusion written all over her face. "I'll be expecting you tomorrow?" he asked and Maryam nodded slowly. "Sure," Rashid held the door for her as she got inside the car. After closing the door, he jumped into the driver's seat and started driving. "Do you need to go anywhere else, Mistress?" Upon hearing the word Mistress, Maryam sat up

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

“As for her gymnast friend, she’s still asleep. You wouldn’t believe how flexible— “. “I can live without knowing the details.” “Come on guys, already?” I heard a familiar soprano call out, her voice alone hushing the small crowd that watched. “Asher hasn’t even been back a week and you’re already fighting.” Cassidy looked good for someone who had stayed up drinking and dancing, especially compared to some of the rougher looking students. She had all of her clothes on, and wasn’t rummaging through the shorts, shirts, and random pieces of lingerie scattered along the yard.

But these days, he found his attention drifting towards another fellow—Aisha, a renewable power engineer from Morocco. Aisha became recognised for her dedication and intelligence, her historical past in developing easy strength solutions for rural regions drawing admiration from all who labored together with her. Rafiq had long admired her determination, but over the past weeks, something had shifted. Their discussions about sustainable practices, the demanding situations they faced, and their shared hopes for a brighter future had slowly deepened, revealing a connection that went beyond professional recognition.

she said. "What!" Zaina exclaimed in shock. "Like I don't get you, are you now blaming him or what?" She asked. "I don't know, this is what I just felt." "And then you refused to pick up his calls? Rina don't you know how busy he is, he is a renowned medical doctor, and a royal Prince, the heir apparent to the throne, yet, he returned to the kingdom at the instant he got a call from Prince Zashil, finished up some work, and then came down to Kuru, reconciled with his family, all yesterday, all because of you. Rina you seem to me like an ingrate, sorry to say," Zaina said.

said Rizal, grinning "Yes, this time I forgive you, but don't repeat it next time!" Mr. Fadli warned his son "Uh yes dad, it turns out that Risa was Farah's friend when she was in junior high school, she was a math teacher at Rizal's school" said kak Farah began to tell his father "Oh, yes? That's great, being a young teacher. As far as father knows, today many young people don't want to be teachers" said Mr. Fadli

"God, Lyla…" Lifting my head, I spotted Rashid only a few feet away. He was facing away from the town clerk's desk in a black suit that looked incredible on him. It stunned me that he'd found such a nice suit in a short amount of time, especially one that seemed to fit rather well considering it wasn't able to be adjusted at all. He walked over to me immediately, reaching out his hands to cup my face but stopped when his eyes darted down to my dress. He stepped back in order to take all of me in, a wide smile working its way onto his face slowly.

A the hotty, Ryan Damison walking in the corridor with the undernourished Raj, our department's head. Raj looks like a skinny matchstick while Ryan looks like a huge, thick matchbox. And looks hot, just like a freshly baked muffin coming right away from the oven. His chiseled jawline accentuates his sculpted face that is worth drooling. I want to save his face on my phone’s wallpaper. His shoulders are bulky and broad, muscularly squared and his sturdy hands are in the pocket of his navy blue pants, which remind of yesterday's incident. I hope I didn’t burn Hotty’s balls.

That brought a smile to her face. "So... He did rape you?" Camille asked the same question in the exact same soft tone she did when they were younger. Before she could respond, Savanah entered the room, water in hand, an a tall Indian man behind her with a clip board and oversized eyeglasses. "Hello miss Sommerfield, I'm Doctor Rashid." He introduced himself; eyes never leaving his clipboard. "I just have a few questions I need to ask and information I have to discuss with you." Eyes still on the clipboard, he licked his index finger and flipped through the forms he had infront of him.

He looked fragile and breakable and terrifyingly close to gone. "You're supposed to be stronger than this," I whispered, bringing his limp hand to my lips. "You're supposed to survive everything. That's what you do." "He is surviving," Dr. Rashid said without looking up. "His body just needs help right now. That's what we're here for." The closing took another twenty minutes that felt like twenty years. Finally Dr. Rashid stepped back, stripping off her bloodied gloves. She looked at me directly for the first time since she had pulled me aside and broken the world in half with six words.