Dil Musafir Novelas e Histórias

Musa kept glaring at him and then dismissed them all. Musa stared as Nayyab's luscious hair bounced as she went out of the office. Musa was enchanted by her beauty. She was looking so different today. More beautiful than she used to. Indeed nice clothes and high-quality accessories really do justice with their high prices. "Sir, may I come in?" Musa's assistant, Bashir asked. "Yes do come in..." Musa kept staring at the file as Bashir made his way in the office. "Sir, your tickets of America are booked. Your flight is off tomorrow, 6:00 am sharp. Anything else sir?"

It's been three days since I met my friends and that day was my last day seeing them . With one deep breath I closed my front door behind , leaving my home . I have leave a massage for my family and I know they will understand. My friends don't need to Know and it's good this way. If I will be safe then I will meet them at Lara's marriage. For now I am going to a club . Mafia of America, here I come! but before that I will leave my stuff in a hotel and go to investigate some mafia business here in California. I am from Pakistan and I am a Muslim Hijabi to be exact .

"It was nice to meet you Sir" "Call me Mussafir and this is my wife Mabrouk. " he held the woman by the shoulder, she looked elegant at her age. "Assalamu Alaikum. " I extend my greetings. "Wa Alaikum salam Yasmin, Marwan told us a lot about you. " I glanced at him and his lips forms a thin line. After exchanging pleasantries, we sat on one of the tables. And our food was being served . We ate the food in almost silence, Mr Mussafir and Marwan being the only ones talking mainly about their business. I must say ton of wealth had been spent in building the hotel.

Anaya POV : i don't know why u feeling so much tired and nauseous these days . what happened to me suddenly. i was doing well . "anaya i think you visit doctor .its been a while you are not feeling well ", sarmad said . sarmad is owner of the cafe. he is handsome, very nice person. he really helped me to settle down here he don't know much about my past. he never to ask . "no sarmad , i'm ok ", said while try to get rid o dizziness . "no anaya..look at yourself, how much pale you looking . moreover you have children to look after . how will you manage . let go to doctor "he said . "ok i will go but not now ", i said him . "promise you will go ", he asked . "yep ..i will go ", i said .

She opened her i*******m page and scrolled through it. She saw a a picture of her family and a smile formed on her lips. She missed them Without thinking ,she dialed her mother's number for a video call. "Hello baby" Diya smiled "Hello Maa. How's the trip. How is everything going??" "Everything going good. But we miss you." Diya said "I miss you too" "I will ask Kiran to get the jet ready. Why don't you fly over" Vihaan said as he came into focus

After dinner, Owen walked Vanessa home, drunk and clinging to him. I was the one who closed the door behind them. Then I called a cab to the airport. Meanwhile, Owen was still blowing up our chat about the next wedding. Probably felt guilty or whatever. Owen: [Don't worry. This time it'll happen. Nothing's going to get in our way!] Me: [Okay.] But I already knew. It'd crash like every other time. Right before I boarded, another message popped up: Owen: [Vanessa's stomach hurts from drinking. I'm not coming home tonight. Take care of yourself.]

Before sometime... Disha left Anish's room and called Anwesa. "Hello, what happened?", Anwesa asked after reaching the call. "Anish is leaving", Disha said. "Oh, yea, I know he has a singing video shoot", Anwesa said. "But I have to go with him, I can't make distance between us", Disha said hurriedly. "I see..... Wait..... What?? Are you two actually in a relationship?", Anwesa asked, being too shocked. "Oh, yes, keep it a secret now", Disha said, feeling a little uncomfortable. "Yup, but where is he going?", Anwesa asked. "He said it is too secret", Disha answered being sad. "Oh! But then how can you do something?", Anwesa asked, being so serious. "He gave a hint, a country full of music, w

"N ... .no, I…. I am y…. your w…wife. I m….married you." "Ma'am, here is your luggage. Tell me where I drop you, it's the order of sir. And please, you come quickly. I'm waiting for you in the car." With still eyes, Dil was looking at the bags which the driver put in front of her on the order of his boss. ********* Dil was sitting on a chair on the balcony. Her eyes were closed as she was leaning back on it. Tears were rolling down her face. It's been a week since she came back to her former prostitution place. She was still living in a world of disbelief.

Once we settle in on the flight, we all get to get to know Musu better. She is originally from Sierra Leone. Her mother is Beta Pierre’s second chance mate. So Musu moved to Lune D’or when she was thirteen. Her accent is so elegant, it’s almost hypnotizing. She tells us how much she has traveled internationally and how much she has enjoyed it. “I have a question. How many languages do you speak exactly?” Delilah asks out of curiosity.