Alexander Shah took her in his arms and went inside and laid the delicate being on the bed, wrapped in a wet sari, she was blowing the senses of Alexander Shah, he crushed his lips badly and lost his eyes from the conscious being in front of him. It was night, it was lonely, there was that girl whom he loved like a madman, whom he had full rights to.Nokhir young Hasan would have made anyone his lover while he was her husband. Bella's young youth was seducing him and he was being seduced. She was very young and beautiful, her body was much more like a wave of waves.Whom it was very difficult to take his eyes off once he had seen him, with a beating heart he averted his eyes from his curse. The attraction of the sensuous and fragrant being like a soft and delicate flower was pulling him towards it.He was leaning on Bella like a madman, his red lips, which were turning blue, were pressed into his pink lips, one of his hands was touching the delicate cheek of Bella. She was sobbing eve
She came to have breakfast, so see Anna sitting in your place. I read it in my mind. She was just passing by Anna before she moved forward. She felt her hand in an unconscious grip. He was telling him to sit with his eyes.They were the center of everyone's attention."Sit..." She was in a state of uncertainty...Alexander was making her sit in her place. .Ignoring the surprise of his eyes, holding his hand, he sat down on his own.And he himself went and sat on the chair equal to the pillow.Everyone was still looking at him with confused eyes."What?" He asked as he raised his eyebrows and stared. Everyone looked away quickly."Why is this mask on?" Anna inquired curiously."The heart was wanting.." He replied in an angry manner."But take it away to have breakfast." He removed his mask.As soon as the mask was removed from his face, everyone's eyes went to his injured lips."What happened?? And how?" Anna quickly started asking questions like an investigating officer.When Mubasher
He entered the room thinking that it would be empty.But as soon as you open the door of the room, look at this beauty. His empty eyes sparkled."You haven't gone yet?" He took long steps and stood next to her.She was standing in front of the mirror and applying red lipstick."Why did you change the lipstick?" Muhaib remembered very well that when he saw her in the launch, she had light pink lipstick on her lips. Then why was she changing now? ?She had curled her hair. Make-up was bright. But the dark red lipstick looked very dangerous.A black top coat was also adorned on the white shirt, which was increasing her beauty."I'm asking something?" Muhaib felt as if he was talking to the walls. No one was answering. Do it. He turned to his side. Looking at his beautiful face with blue eyes, he said with special attention."I'm putting on lipstick, you can't see it. I don't like it at all when someone bothers me while doing make-up." Answered."They judge the handsome ones." As soon as
She came to the car and sat with Anna on the back seat. Her heart was still not getting under control.How long that moment kept rolling in front of my eyes.He touched his forehead with his fingertips, where the intense touch of the torturer was still present."Doesn't he hate me?" he said to himself."Did you say something?" Anna felt that she had said something."No. Nothing." She had returned to her senses. She quickly removed her hand from her forehead.Anna found her to be a little shy."Are you okay?""Yes..." He seemed to have an artificial smile on his face.In the next moment, a message tone rang on the cell held in his hand.Looked at the screen. The name (executioner) was flashing. Anna read that name. Then he smiled uncontrollably."I am waiting." Remember." After reading his message, he replied quickly."Waiting for what?" She was confused."Romantic party." He sent a message.Unwillingly, his cheeks turned red like a tomato after reading the message.Alexander leaned ag
She entered her room, so he was not there.After changing her clothes, she started to take out the hand-free from the bed-level drawer while fanning.She wanted to be alone at that time.He put his hands free in his ear and lay down with his eyes closed.Tears were flowing from the eyes.She did not understand why Mohaib did this action.According to him, he is oppressing him. He was looking at her times.. She is not important in his eyes.After some time, he received a message. It was from his college friend, who was asking about his whereabouts and the reason for his sudden disappearance. .Najma had never replied to any of her friend's messages after her marriage to Mohib. Due to which now her friends stopped sending messages. But Maria is still worried about her. Was...She was feeling very lonely at that moment. In such a case, the company of an old friend. Who can feel bad.She wanted to lighten her heart. She wanted to share her grief with someone.She wanted to tell her friend
"You don't need to tell anyone about your pregnancy." That handsome young man was standing ready to go to the office. He was about to leave the room when he suddenly turned back. But look at her who was lying down.There were many questions in his mind, but he did not ask anything.She knew that this little soul has many enemies.He just silently listened to the order issued by him.After he left, she was lying alone.The first child is very dear to both mother and father.Both of them were not beaming with happiness. But things were completely different with her. She did not see any happiness in her husband's eyes.His biggest fear was that somewhere Alexander would become the enemy of this child who is still in the beginning stages of preparation to enter the mortal world. He wasShe still did not know why Alexander married her.She was very worried about this little soul next to her."Tea." He was in the library. He was staring at the book. He was busy reading. His sudden soft and
He was sure that he would not let her enter his room.She was getting ashamed thinking about this... If she closed the door on her face, then she would have drowned in the water."He will understand that I am presenting myself in front of him. He will go away with a joke. He will close the door on his face." At the same time, she was chewing her lips out of shame.The door opened, so he quickly lowered his eyes.She was feeling the heat of the opponent's eyes on her face.He didn't say a word. He just left the door open. Went back inside."Has the door been left open for me?" she was asking slowly confused with herself.She stood outside for some time thinking whether to go inside or not.This was the same room from which the mother and son had taken him out by calling him trash. Going back to this room after so much humiliation. That too by himself. It seemed disrespectful to him."No. He will think that I am dying because of that. He should have come to pick me up. Let's not come to
Alexander entered the room exhausted. Today he had a very busy day. Throwing his coat on the bed. Loosening his tie. As soon as he looked ahead. Forgot to look back.She was standing in front of the mirror in a black colored chanel saree on which the golden work was adding more life. She was seen dressing up."Come. When did you come? .. and they tip before entering the room. You don't even know that much." The girl suddenly saw him standing in front of her. The sari pallu started to wrap itself."This is my room. Mrs. Alexander. And I don't need to knock to come to my room." He pointed out. He started reminding her."Perhaps you are forgetting, Alexander. This is my room too now. I have to wear a saree. So please go to the other portion." She answered stiffly. At the same time, he said the last sentence in a pleading manner.This was the first time when he justified calling Alexander's room as his own."Then put it on. Anyway, who is watching you?" He said carelessly, frowning. He we
Gabriel gently lifted her chin and asked, "Why are you crying when this moment is so joyful?"Hazel, through her tears, replied, "Your happiness is so overwhelming that it brought me to tears. I couldn't hold back when I saw how much love you have. How can anyone be so happy to become a father again?"Gabriel chuckled at her unusual logic and, with a teasing tone, said, "I’d be happy even if I became a father for the tenth time." Hazel wiped her tears and looked at him in surprise."Ten children?" she exclaimed, her blue eyes wide with astonishment. Gabriel laughed."No, I just want one daughter, a daughter like you. I'm so incredibly happy, Hazel. I want a daughter this time," he confessed, his eyes filled with hope. At his words, Hazel began crying again. Gabriel stood up and sat beside her on the bed."John, why are you crying now?" he asked tenderly, wiping her tears and kissing her softly on her blue eyes."You wished for a daughter when Ibtisam was born, but she had a son. What
Hazel was a vision in her baby pink dress, her hair cascading down her back in loose waves. The light makeup she wore enhanced her natural beauty, giving her a soft, ethereal glow. A delicate net dupatta draped over her shoulders, and diamond earrings sparkled in her ears—earrings she had worn on Gabriel's wedding anniversary. She stood by the door of the washroom, her heart racing as she listened to the water stop. Gabriel had finished his shower, and Hazel's anticipation grew. She had prepared an elaborate breakfast for him that morning, hoping to surprise him with her efforts.Gabriel emerged from the washroom, dressed in trousers and a shirt. As he entered the room, Hazel felt her cheeks grow warmer, her pink dress only emphasizing the blush that spread across her face. Her gaze fell to his broad chest, the dark brown hair still damp from the shower, and she quickly averted her eyes, unable to face the intensity of his presence. Gabriel’s face, always a striking contrast of red an
Gabriel slipped the key into the lock, the familiar click echoing through the silence as he pushed open the door to his apartment. The moment he stepped inside, he was greeted by an unsettling darkness that seemed to swallow the entire space. He frowned, his hand instinctively reaching for the light switch. With a flick, the lounge was bathed in soft, warm light, revealing the stillness that enveloped the room.His heart sank. He had expected a surprise, perhaps balloons or a candlelit dinner waiting for him, but instead, the apartment was eerily quiet, devoid of any movement or life. Confusion gnawed at him as he set the various shopping bags he had carried in on the couch. They were filled with gifts he had carefully chosen for this special occasion, yet there was no one here to receive them.Determined to find her, Gabriel walked down the hallway toward their bedroom, the only sound his footsteps on the wooden floor. He paused at the doorway, his breath catching at the sight before
"Isabella, you know how we celebrate our holidays with Jane every year. Those two months are so important to him; he waits for us all year long. And now, you're telling me we shouldn't go to America this year? You know how much this means to Jane." Big Mama's voice was firm yet filled with concern. She wasn't just speaking as a mother, but as someone who knew how much Jane cherished their presence. "He doesn't just see me as Mama, Isabella. He considers you his Mama too. He loves you deeply, and here you are, telling me this."Hearing this, Alexander rose to his feet, the signs of frustration evident on his face. His tone was harsh, and the sharpness in his voice made Isabella's eyes well up with tears."Alexander, that wasn't what I meant," Isabella replied, her voice trembling. "I just wanted to meet Hazel..."Feeling the sadness in her voice, Alexander took a deep breath and gently took her hand. "Bella, you shouldn’t make a distinction between Jane and Mia. Jane isn’t just Jazem’s
~Five years later...Bella came out of the dressing room wearing a full gown nighty, Alexander, who had been lying on the bed waiting for her, got up from the bed.“I’ve been waiting for you for half an hour,” he snapped, his voice laced with irritation. “And you come out wearing this? Why didn’t you wear the nightgown I told you to?”His tone was harsh, the anger simmering just beneath the surface, and Bella could feel the familiar pang of fear tighten her chest. It was the same fear that had gripped her in the early days of their marriage, whenever he drew too close. She lowered her eyes, her voice barely above a whisper as she replied, “Alexander, that nightie is too revealing. I don’t want to wear it.”His demeanor softened at the sight of the tears glistening in her eyes. The anger ebbed away, replaced by a tender concern that she rarely saw in him. He reached out, gently cradling her face in his hands, his voice a soothing balm. “It’s alright, my love. Don’t worry. It doesn’t ma
"Oh, thank you, your mood has improved. I was quite worried, you know. I could tell you were thinking about our plans even during the meeting..." Bella teased, her fingers playing lightly with the buttons of Alexander's shirt. She offered him a faint, charming smile, knowing all too well that Alexander had indeed been preoccupied, likely replaying the details of their upcoming date in his mind while he was supposed to be focusing on business. She had sensed his distraction, the way his troubled eyes had lingered on her during the meeting, filled with a mix of longing and concern.Alexander returned her smile, a warm, affectionate expression that softened the worry lines on his face. He gently cupped her face in his hands, pulling her closer, and their lips met with a fierce intensity that left Bella breathless. His kiss was so fervent that her lips turned a deep shade of purple, and the warmth of his passion spread across her cheeks, tinting them a delicate pink. As he held her close,
Alexander leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Miss Neha, remember to stick with the color scheme I've suggested for these designs. It’ll bring a fresh, vibrant feel," he said warmly. Neha returned his smile and nodded, her enthusiasm evident."Absolutely, sir. Your color schemes and ideas are always spot-on. This project is sure to make waves in the market," Neha responded with a light laugh.Alexander acknowledged her compliment with a smile of his own. "Your designs are just as impressive, Neha," he added. Just then, the door swung open, and Bella stepped in. Alexander’s eyes lingered on his wife as she entered, taking in the sight of her stylish long frock adorned with red flowers, her hair cascading freely, and her lips shining with pink gloss. His heart raced as it always did at the sight of her. He straightened up in his chair, forcing himself to focus."Miss Isabella, could you bring the file I requested?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Harry Harrison walked into the restaurant with his girlfriend, Ria, when he noticed Basit Harrison and Anna Shah seated at a table. Basit was gazing intently at Anna, and the sight ignited a firestorm of emotions within Harry. His heart ached, and he could barely keep himself composed."What's wrong, darling? Why did you stop?" Ria asked, noticing Harry's sudden pause."Nothing," Harry muttered, struggling to maintain his composure as he approached their table. Basit and Anna sat a little distance away, but Harry couldn't resist stealing glances at them, feeling a strange mix of agitation and helplessness.As he sat down, his eyes kept drifting toward Anna and Basit. He couldn't understand the source of his distress—was it worry for Zarmeena or something else? After all, it wasn't unusual for Basit to be with a girl; Harry himself changed girlfriends frequently. Yet, something about Basit being with Anna Shah gnawed at him."Harry, what's going on? Where's your attention?" Ria's voice
Harry Harrison never imagined he’d encounter someone like Anna in his life—a girl who could dismiss and ignore him so effortlessly. It seemed impossible. What had he done to deserve this? Girls usually adored him, longing for his attention and proximity. But Anna? She was different."Who does she think she is?" Harry fumed. "She’s not the only beautiful girl in the world. There are countless others eager to fall for someone like me. So why does she stand out?"Even after returning home, Harry struggled to control his anger. Anna’s harsh words replayed in his mind, refusing to fade."She’s not worth my time," he muttered, trying to shake off his thoughts as he lay down to sleep.Meanwhile, Anna had just arrived at Raima Abbasi's office. Raima had urgently requested Anna’s presence, so she knocked and stepped inside."Miss Abbasi, how are you?" Anna greeted her."I'm well, Anna, darling. How about you?" Raima replied warmly, as always."Hello, Miss Abbasi. You called me urgently, so I c