Nafisa Sadiq の小説・ストーリー

••• Flashback* Hafsa Siddiqui was the only daughter of Ubaid Siddiqui. Ubaid Siddiqui was a businessman whose office Daniyal Malik used to work. Ubaid Siddiqui always used to praise Daniyal Malik's hard work and sincerity, the first time Hafsa saw Daniyal was also her first day at the office. "Daniyal, Can you show Hafsa around?" Hafsa was in her father's cabin when Daniyal entered there.

He fixed his eyes on the laptop. 'Mr. Zaman, an accountant in the garments factory. Salary thirty thousand. Mrs. Saeda, housewife. Two daughters Biya Zaman, student of M.A, age twenty-one... I am the only lioness. Haya Zaman doing graduation, nineteen years old.... pretty doll. Son Fahad Zaman, a matric student, sixteen years old....a cricketer.' And along with that their complete home address was mentioned. Sikandar was attentively busy with the file when a knock on the door of his room happened. "Come in." With his permission, Farid came inside and stood obediently in front of him, waiting for him to get free from his work. There was an envelope in his hand.

He called out her real full name. Balkis widen her two eyes out of shock. "Wh.... What.... What did you.... What did you just say?." "Balkis, daughter of Alhaji Muhammad Jamiu, sisters of Fatima and Sadiya. Fateema had died of cancer when your father imprisoned then. She suffered from a cancer and as at then, there was no any money to treat her, so she couldn't make it and died. Your younger sister Sadiya, is still living with him in U. S. A. As we speak. He had sent you to me to seek revenge for him.... Right?."

Ivanka pointed to Zehra. “You’re South Indian?” Nora asked. Seema looked surprised. “No. I’m Seema Singh, North Indian.” “Singh? So you’re...” “Yea, I’m Sikh,” “Really? You look healthy to me,” Zehra said and Seema laughed. “I’m not sick, I’m Sikh,” Ivanka looked at her like she was bonkers and Seema rolled her eyes. “What’s your full name?” she asked Zehra. “Zehra Mahmood.”

"Oh wait, that's Cinderella's mother. I can't remember what you told me." "Oh my goodness you silly woman," she groaned. "If you were here, I would wallop you so hard you'll forget your name." "Would you bear to inflict pain on your amazing sister in law and best friend?" Najmah queried thoughtfully. "Nah, I don't think so." "I am disconnecting the call right now," Hanifa glared at her, signing off. "There goes my trusted adviser," Najmah mumbled, staring at the blank screen of her laptop. She stared at the ceiling for a while, pondering over what to do. An idea came over her and she was up and about in the blink of an eye.

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

They like putting him in between, whenever they want to fight. Naazwa is also married with a baby boy -Mudassir, three years old- she is also pregnant, two months long. She is a great business woman. She sells whatever it is that women wear to look beautiful, be it wrappers, jewelries, shoes, bags and so on. They are all married in the same state as them which is why he always see them in their house unexpectedly. She's twenty five years old.

Nasreen thought deeply of all the side guys she had and she couldnt come up with one, she called their names in her head Faisal ( Talks way too much) Adnan,( Very short, God fearing) Farouk,( Minister, Flirt) Alhaji Buba,( Billonaire, three wives, poor grammar) Farid( Former President's son, Very childish) Sarki,(So uncouth, wore the same clothe thrice in one week to visit her ) Yusuf (Governor's son, unserious with everything) Muaz( NFA, No future ambition) Mufeed(Very handsome but dumb, like fucking dumb) Zayad( Emir's son, spoilt brat, irritating, burbs anywhere all the time) Irfan( Tall, Handsome as hell, boring, never laughs, Fashion sense on point, perfect grammar, smart, Hafeez) "I ca

“You have to believe me. I was afraid, Henry. Afraid that you wouldn't believe me, that you'd reject me outright. I thought returning as a maid was the only way to make you and the kids feel my presence." “We felt your presence, Nina. I knew there was something about you, but I was yet to figure it out.” Henry responded Clarissa's laughter echoed as a cruel sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Oh, please. You're just trying to manipulate him again. Henry, please don't consider those tears of hers. She's trying to trick it with her crocodile tears. Who would believe that you're pathetic, Nina."

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!