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No one will reap except what they sow.” -Quran 6:164 If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't Happy reading… Meerab p.o.v We entered inside the cafeteria not before the security scanned our barcode through our Id. " Why is there so much security ?" I asked Humza as we took a seat in the cafeteria . These guys are really high tech … with tight high security like Saad has been keeping all the treasure from Ali baba chor here in his safe Walt .

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Yet somehow it only made her figure stand out more. Our destination was Vernan. The heat there was unbearable. It felt like we were stepping into a giant furnace. The ground radiated waves of heat, the air shimmering above it. "Richard, it's so hot I'm dying. This is your fault for picking such a slow train. Hurry up and find us a place to stay!" We did not get many chances to travel, so I had only checked room prices earlier and had not booked anything yet. When we asked around at the hotels near the tourist area, we learned that almost everything was already fully booked.

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?"

“But I thought that things would be different this time round with David. I really thought that we would end up together. How come things never work out for me?” Zafeera gave a derisive laugh. “You have to grow up, Suhaira. And face the facts.” Her voice softened as she saw how dejected Suhaira looked. “Life is not a fairy tale. What do you think my life is really like? Yes, I get everything I want and I don’t have to work or to worry about money, but Irfan is always busy and traveling. He has no time for me.” Zafeera wiped her eyes with a corner of her headscarf.

I needed the distraction. “Found it!” Zain’s voice echoed in the small space and I thanked the goddess. Sometimes life just has a way of working things out for you. Zain turned towards me with a book that had to have the width the size of my head. I swallowed, hoping that it wasn’t some new diary. As though Zain could read my mind, he held the book up showing the front page. Once I read its title, I was able to release a breath I didn't know that I had been holding.

This person provided a ton of key info just to bring down their competitor. And that person's last name was Carver. After thanking the police, I left the station. On the way home, I remembered a weird phone call I'd gotten once. The number was unfamiliar, and all I could hear on the other end was muffled sobbing. I lifted my head and looked up at the blazing sun. Its warmth washed over me. "What do you feel like eating today, babe?" Julian asked, his eyes crinkled into a smile. "Anything you make will be perfect," I said.

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' The book was titled, 'Zaryaab' after the name of the male lead of that book. Sheharzaad's grey eyes again fixed on the sky, witnessing the birds. As the sun reached the horizon, the sky was a mix of orange and blue. Her mind was wondering to Shehryaar. Where was he? Should she apologize? Or should she wait for him? She found herself guilty in this situation. She should have broke it on the very first place to Maaz that she was married instead of going for that lunch. She knew that Maaz was interested in her but she was just finding the right time to reveal it to him and to everybody that she was married that too to Shehryaar Haider Syed.