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Wahid felt conflicted and utterly disoriented. He had missed his best friend so much. All this years, he had secretly wished to set his eyes on him at least even once . This was because he had no idea whether Xander was still alive or not.He have had his adopted family and was even obsessed with his sist
A lone figure stood in the middle of a dark room. As every second ticked by, the figure stayed still. In one hand the person held a black outdated phone while in the other laid a candy stick.The person soon looked at the hand holding the phone and flipped it open. The gloved fingers automatically touchedthe speed dial. As the figure held the phone to their ears, a subtle yet firm "Boss" came from the other side of the phone."Is everything ready?" Asked the person. " Good. It's time. Let's show them who the boss is. You know what to do. I expect everything to go as planned. Do not disappoint me. We shall meet really soon." The phone was shut close as the figure let
Hamdan placed the tray of food on the stool as he sat beside his wife. He was suspicious after realizing that the chair was warm . " Babe, was someone here with you?" Saeed looked at the man and spoke. "No. I was sitting there until I heard your steps. I wanted to warm the chair for you."
Rumeysa sat alone at the isolated spot that she used to spend time with Muntaha. Whenever she was there, her heart would fill up with peace and tranquility. She loved waiting for her man or finding him waiting for her there.Unfortunately,on this day, she felt pained to be there. Her m
Muntaha was currently sitting in the corner of one of the mosques in Country Z. He sat cross legged reciting the holy Quran that rested on the Rehal.( An X-shaped foldable book rest used for placing holy books during recitation. )An old man sat beside him, correcting him from time to time. Muntaha's sono
Three days. There were only three days before Eid celebration. The air was was buzzing with excitement and celebratory ambiance. Family's prepared gifts to give to their loved ones as they made their annual donations to the less fortunate.It was a ritual routine for the believers to give donations of the
A man sat behind his desk doing some paper work. His broad shoulder fit well in the burgundy shirt that he wore with all the buttons in place.His head was cleanly shaven on one side as brown hair rested curled on the other side.His fingers held the pen in his hand with articulate firmness that presented an aura of superiority in them. He could be seen flipping through the pages of the papers before him from time to time.With each passing second, he grew irritated as anger brewed in his black orbs. This continued for some times until the pace with which he flipped the document increased. With each flip, the furrow on his eye brows widened.He finally looked
It was yet another day. The day that signified the end of the month of Ramadhan and fasting. Lit by a soft pink glow, the heavenly sunrise warmed the early morning.It was as though it had a life of it's own. Its invisible spirit smiled with delight sending warmness and joy all across the world. Laughter could be felt in the air as the sparkling morning dew lit up the grassy plains like a colony of fireflies.Colorful butterflies filled the air as flowers opened releasing their sweet nectar. Fragrance of nature was evident to welcome and signify a celebratory occasion. Multicolored birds flew across the sky where captivating soft clouds slide over the bright sky. What a da
