When he returned home today, he found him lying on the bed instead of standing by the window.Granted, this change was minor, but it was very important for him.It meant that he has started to return to life.Mohaib quietly covered the blanket over her. Then sitting next to her, kissed her forehead.He stroked her silky hair for a while."Good night." Then he kissed her cheek gently. He went to change his clothes.As soon as he left, Najma opened her eyes. She was awake.Just seeing Mohib, his eyes were closed."I don't understand why he pretends to be so good. Should he do it to me? He will never give me a name in front of the world. Neither will he let my children come into the world." Then why has he tied me in his marriage?? Why is this executioner not ready to give divorce?She was tired of fighting with Mohib. He was not willing to divorce under any circumstances.As soon as that handsome young man came and laid on the bed, Najma matched his eyes. He crouched. Now his back was i
"I'm not going to be quiet because of your threats like this. Alexander is not afraid of you in the country. You heard me. I will let the whole world see your hideous face." There are such fathers in the world who kill their own children and sleep in China. I saidAccording to him, Alexander was not a human being. He was an executioner. He killed his own children."What a shut-up. Everything has a limit. If I had to kill him, why would I have waited three months? Why would I have protected him?" I got up and stood in front of him."I don't know why you waited for three months. Of course, you must have had a purpose. Maybe you thought. This way, I will get more torture. This is what you want, one day. I want to die. I don't understand. Why do you hate me so much? What have I done to you? What was the need to drag my child into all this by limiting the scope of hate? You know..I think I will die very soon. Why don't I have to live? There is no hope, no reason. See, someday you will get
He was having breakfast.Palusha's name was flashing on the screen. The star had seen it.Muhaib received the call."Hello...""Mohib, why did you do all this with Shahryar?. Will you never let Najma get married?" Mohib was not watching. She must be asking him these questions while blushing."Is there something to talk about? I'm very busy right now," he said in an indifferent manner."Mohib, how can you be so blind in your enmity and put our marriage in jeopardy? He is my uncle's son. He is fighting for life and death right now. If anything happens to him, I will never forgive you. "Remember." The call was disconnected without hearing his answer.The manner in which he talked to Palusha. Najma felt that there is some kind of issue going on between them.She had guessed that he was related to Palusha's cousin Shahryar."Have you taken Shehryar to the ICU?" she asked with great curiosity.As soon as she heard his question, Ms. Arosa who was unaware of the whole matter. Confused Both of
"Did you know that Anna introduced me to him for a relationship?" He was engrossed in watching a movie sitting in front of the LCD screen. When Bella's question hit his ears. ."The reason for suddenly asking?" There was no sign of Tatar on his face. But his cold tone was enough to tell that he knows."I heard. You beat him up with the thugs." He was sitting on the couch, but at a great distance from the oppressor."Drop this topic. Let's sit with me and watch the movie." He didn't want to spoil his mood. That's why he ended the topic before it started."It's better to sit with you and watch a movie. I'll go to sleep." She said with a frown. She was about to get up."Is it bad to watch a movie with me?" He placed his hand on the upper part of the sofa in a majestic manner. He raised his eyebrows and began to inquire seriously."I don't like this kind of action movies," she said while looking at LCD."So let's make it romantic. Come and sit, right" he was inviting gently this time."I
He entered the room and found this mortal enemy sitting on the bed."Naj. Where is my car key?" He was asking deliberately to attract attention."Take this." Standing up from the back, holding the car key in her hand, she started going out."What's wrong?.. How are you??" She hadn't even walked two steps before Mohaib quickly stopped her by holding her hand. He inquired in a worried tone."Nothing. Why? Something should have happened to you." She shook his hand and folded both hands. At the same time, at the end, the question was turned towards him.She knew what he wanted to know.What do you want to hear?If this was not the end of cruelty, then what was? He has gone to celebrate his second marriage and asks him what happened.She didn't even understand herself. After all, why is she disintegrating herself? Why is she becoming a wall of sand?But wrap yourself in front of this oppressor. She stood in confusion.As if a heart of stone is taken in the chest.As if devoid of emotions.
She was always used to seeing the fearful and delusional Alexander.When the face of the person lying in front of him was completely withered...After putting on the oxygen mask, he started looking at her in a semi-unconscious state.Star's eyes filled with tears as soon as he saw his desolate existence.She did not even have the courage to hold his hand.He lightly touched the white bandage tied on his head with trembling hands. Then he got a little courage. So he started stroking the hair with the same hand."I can't believe it. I am crying for you." Now the hand was leaving its touch on the wounds on her beautiful face. She started crying while talking to herself slowly.Even though he was in a daze, he could feel the loving touch of this beauty."Ma'am. Sorry for disturbing you. We have to change the patient's room." The nurse came and said gently. Let the staff do their work.When they started taking Alexander to another room, she also entered the other room behind them.The fami
Only one person could stay with Alexander at night."Bella. You go with your sister-in-law. I am with Alexander." He was lying with his eyes closed. But the things happening in the room were reaching his ears. As soon as he said, the star's mouth dropped."No. I am thinking. I will stay with Alexander. You have been here since morning. You must be tired. Go home and rest for a while." She would leave her husband. She was going to get married. It had not happened yet. When will the times and circumstances change? What news? Ki Thana was sitting. Immediately. Say in a worried tone. He asked Subiya to emphasize the point with a gesture."Yes Bella is saying exactly right." Subia quickly spoke in confirmation. She started to force him."No, my friend. I can't go. I am Alexander's fiancé. If I stay here, Alexander will fail the comfortable."She was also not ready to leave Alexander.Bella started to feel that she was his fiancée.On which Bella's body was on fire. However, the effects did
"You?? Here?" He was standing leaning against his Lamborghini waiting for his class to arrive.His handsome and dashing personality was forcing everyone to pay attention to him.The black fountain was striking his white complexion like a doomsday.Every look that was raised towards him was torture.He was Alexander, whom most people saw only on the cover of magazines or in the news.Rumors were going on throughout the university about his arrival.When Bella came out of her department, she found this man standing in front of her.Look at that. He was quite surprised."Why can't I come to pick you up?..." He took off his glasses and put them in his coat pocket. He raised an eyebrow and inquired."Isn't this Alexander?" Jawaria who was standing behind him. She started asking excitedly."Yes. I am Naj's husband. And you?" He introduced himself.He did not say that he is Alexander.Why did he not come in this position?He very simply attributed himself to this girl.Telling your wife in f
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