Mark's eyes were fixed on the sleeping girl. They say that sleep comes even on thorns. She had not slept for many days, so she closed her eyes as soon as she sat on the flight. After a while, sleep embraced her."Harry isn't mad at her for no reason. She's beautiful. What's wrong with keeping her for a while?" Takai muttered to himself.Ms. Bella's seat was at the back. She was absorbed in her zikr and azkar, traveling by airplane for the first time in her life, which made her appear a bit scared."Could you please read a little more quietly? I'm having trouble sleeping," said the white person next to her, his mouth barely moving as he spoke."I'm sorry..." He was very embarrassed and quickly apologized."Better," the man said seriously, leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes to sleep."What happened?" As soon as she ate the airplane food, she started feeling nauseous. She stopped herself from vomiting by covering her mouth with her hand. Mark, unaware of her pregnancy, noticed
A year later.....He was sitting in the office when his secretary came and gave the news. "Sir, the owner of ZN success group has arrived.""Good. Make them sit in the meeting room. I'll come.". ZN success group was one of the only companies in America. which had made its name in a very short period of time. Like other Pakistani companies, Alexander had also shown interest in joining hands with them. Because in such a short time, this company had proved its worth. You wereAlexander was in California... where his company had suddenly encountered some difficulties while setting the stages for the completion of the project.He was now trying to figure out whether these difficulties were natural or someone was deliberately trying to harm his project."Hello. Nice to meet you. Mr. Alexander Harrison." He entered the meeting room. Look at the person sitting in front. He was shocked. Surprise was reflected in the blue eyes. The person sitting on the wheelchair in front of him was none othe
She had come and gone with her hair down. Now, she was struggling to prepare breakfast because of it. "Bring it here, I'll tie it. Catcher," she said, repeatedly brushing her hair behind her ear. As she tried to manage her hair, she began searching for the catcher. "I don't have it. It's in the room," she said, just as the handsome young man reappeared without her noticing. She was startled by the touch of his soft, warm hands on her hair. Slowly, she responded, "Tell me where it is. I'll get it." He began to release her hair from his hands. "It's next to the bed," she replied. He went to fetch it.She felt inexplicably nervous, like standing in an exam hall, with cold hands and feet. She worried whether this kind man would like the breakfast she made. He returned quietly and started tying her hair with the catcher. "Thank you," she said without turning around. It was the first time she felt joy from being close to him. She thought he would leave after tying her hair, but then she fel
Jawad was in shock and couldn’t accept the situation. He began to leave without a word. Bella, wanting to apologize, started after him, but the next moment, she felt Alexander's grip on her hand."It’s a shame he found out you’re married and that your husband is still alive?" Alexander asked sarcastically, grinding his teeth."Let go of my hand," Bella demanded, her mind focused on Jawad. She wanted to explain why she had lied to him. Jawad was a sincere friend she didn’t want to lose."Do you have any shame at all?" Alexander roared in anger."You killed me alive, and now you’re running after another man right in front of me.""Husband? You’re a husband in name only. Have you ever fulfilled the duties of a husband? Where were you when I needed you the most? If it weren’t for Uncle Farqan and Jawad, I might not even be standing here today. They have done so much for me." Bella’s voice was emotional but calm."Who told you to leave your house and run away?" he retorted, letting go of h
"This movie is very romantic. I'm sure you'll like it," the boy said while looking at Anabiya."Hmmm..." Anabiya wasn't fond of romantic movies, but she went to watch one on a date due to Eric's insistence.As soon as Eric sat down, someone kicked his seat hard from behind, causing both him and Anabiya to turn around in shock."Oh. Sorry," came the voice from behind. Anabiya's eyes widened in surprise as she saw who it was."Zaroon? You're here??" she asked, confused, as Zaroon apologized."Wow, what a coincidence," Zaroon said with a big smile, jumping up from the back seat like a monkey."Anna, do you know him?" Eric asked, puzzled. Anabiya nodded, still confused."Well, which color do you like?" Eric asked gently, trying to get to know her better."Golden," answered the boy sitting next to her before Anabiya could respond."But she wears red more often," Zaroon added with a smile."Oh. Good," Eric replied awkwardly, scratching his head but smiling nonetheless. "Who's your favorite
He couldn't believe it—she had made it to California.As I passed in front of the waiting room, I recalled Zaroon's tender farewell. She watched everything unfold as if a movie was playing before her eyes. My heart ached, on the verge of tears. Why had I accepted the invitation of these cruel people? If only I had listened to Zaroon, maybe I wouldn't be in this predicament now."What happened? Let's go," he said, seeing him frozen in front of the waiting room, as he took his hand.In that moment, holding Alexander's hand, I felt a surprising sense of comfort. I didn't feel so alone. Was anyone still with Laga? There was someone who cared."I want to go home," she said seriously as soon as she sat in the car, looking at Alexander."First, let's go to the hotel and rest. Then I will take you myself," he replied gently."Hmmm." Without further response, she gazed out at her city through the glass.The luxury apartment at the hotel was beautiful and spacious."Come on, Dad, let me show yo
Isabella didn’t know what to do. Look at her condition. Alexander's heart ached deeply as he watched her."So, you’ve decided to die? But will you tell me what fault our child has in all this? Why are you determined to make him motherless?" His voice was hoarse with emotion."Bella." He saw his son with his dark eyes filling with tears. The truth that Zaroon was still waiting for him was killing him.Alexander lifted the lifeless form of Isabella with his strong arms, sitting her up as he shook her gently. Her condition showed that she no longer wanted to live."Alexander, please kill me. Kill me. I'm tired. I don’t want to live anymore," she murmured, her eyes downcast.If she had looked into his eyes, she wouldn’t have dared to speak. But she didn’t know. Sitting in front of that man, she felt as though she had died a thousand deaths from just those few sentences.They say that you don’t need a sword to kill someone. Sometimes, words can wound more deeply than any blade, leaving sca
He knows how ashamed she was.She stood at the door crying for how long."Ma'am. Please. Change your clothes. And eat this coffee and hot stuff. It will warm you. Otherwise you will get sick." "The servant came once again and spoke to him in a way that explained him."My son is crying from hunger inside. Do you think something will come out of my throat?" she said in a tone of protest."Sorry. I told a lie. The baby is already asleep." He lowered his eyes, as if with regret. And at the same time, he opened the door of the room in front of him. .He went inside quickly.Look at this. The eyes were relieved. That prince is really sleeping comfortably.Holding her to her chest, she started crying.Then he took the coffee in his mouth without any reprimand.Alexander did not come to the room for the whole night, due to which the feeling of shame and regret increased.-Opening the door of her room. She was about to find Alexander. Suddenly she opened the door. A person dressed in a lawyer
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