Zulaikha Yusuf Novels & Stories

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Ayesha insisted. “I can’t believe Zara’s audacity,” Suleiman said, “Aaliya joining in was unexpected. I thought she had more sense than that.” “They probably expected they’d get away with some scolding at max,” Sikandar sighed, “They completely forgot they were dealing with royalty.” “What did Zara mean when she said she’s the only one who can match your power?” Ayesha asked. “She has a rather nasty karamat,” Suleiman answered, “She might have been the strongest at our school before Sikka awakened.”

To ease the tension in the room, Musa smiled as he gestured at Nayyab. "She is Dr. Nayyab Rehman. She is a post-graduate doctor and very talented. Dr. Nayyab meets my cousin Hira Khan. She is a famous fashion designer and a very good person." Musa said as he looked at the way both women were looking at each other. Hira was unimpressed whereas Nayyab was flushed. "Aslamoalikum...." Nayyab greeted her with smile. "Musa come let's go to your office. Order a coffee for me. I am having a severe headache." She tugged again at his arm as she dragged him out of the room not before turning back and throwing a frosty glare at Nayyab.

Zulaiha probed and she sighed before adjusting her sitting position. "Well...I have a lot on my plate right now. There's this guy that I've been having a crush on when I was in jss3. I was so stupid back then and thought that we could date or something. You know, and unfortunately my friend also had a thing for him and...and he chose her over me. To cut the story short, they broke up some weeks ago and she began dating her ex boyfriend. And now, he wants me to date him. He even planned a surprise for me with the help of my friends. It was so infuriating! How dare he come back to me after all those years, claiming that he loves me. Who does he think he is, after embarrassing me on so many occ

I uploaded the rest of the pictures from my phone on to my computer, this time, needing to cross-search the lady’s face. And as I did… My heart leapt to my throat in shock, as I came to the realization. The realization that her name was Zara Amelle. Khalid’s daughter. I swallowed down a lump in my throat, sweating profusely. I found myself wanting to learn more about Zara. And I surprised myself with what I found. She was twenty-two years old… Studying Chemical Engineering at University College London, better known as UCL. In her penultimate year…

Danika Williams After my chat with Elizabeth, my heart felt lighter. I was glad that she has become a strong woman and has such a wonderful man like Nathaniel Lachlan as her husband. I would have died with guilt if I would have ended up ruining her life like my mother has ruined mine.

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.

The chill wind coming in through the balcony door woke Amira. She shivered, then quickly tucked her cold bare feet under her robe. As she lay there tucked in a ball for warmth, the door opened and Amira looked up. Amir stood there holding a large tray of food, then kicked the door shut with his heel and put the tray down on the table. "Come and eat, Amira," Amir said, pulling the two chairs over to the table. "Has Zulu been buried ?" Amira questioned, saying the word with the sadness and pain she felt.

She knew that they won't be any non-mehram in the house. She leisurely moseyed down the stair as usual, knowing her parents are not home leaving the house all to herself, their maid -Zulai, a forty year old widow and her daughter -Hannatu, she's sixteen year old but really bubbly and they're like friends. She find herself in the kitchen where Zulai is preparing her breakfast, sausage, eggs, toasts and hot coffee was placed in front of her. She drooled at the sight before yawing her gaze to the woman.

“She’s hopeless!” “Hey!” Zalie protests, turning to the camera with a pout. “I’m practicing! I need to impress Zeris next time we meet. He has a thing for girls who can twerk and work the pole like queens!” From the corner of the screen, Lyla sighs heavily, her face resting in her hand as she leans on the armrest of a crimson chair. She looks completely done with their antics, her dark eyes meeting Zalie’s with exasperation.