Your faith has to be greater than your fear!
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"Assalam u Alaikum! How was your journey bhabi (brother's wife)?" He was the first one to greet.
"It has been fine." I again smiled at his generous manner.
"How are you, Maryam?" I asked whilst hugging her. She gave a
He walked into my heartLike he always belonged there,Took down my wallsAnd lit my soul on fire._T.M.Being dragged after him by him, I saw stains of red blood littered on his white shirt. I looked at my arm, where small droplets of water were still trailing down.Pain!Extreme pain!Was all- that I felt.Not physically, but emotionally.Physically I was near to non-existence nevertheless sentimentally I was bey
"Hi, uncle Ahmed," six years old Alim said, waving at his dearest uncle."How is my champion," uncle Ahmed crouched in front of him and bumped his fist with his little one."I'm fine, where is Suleiman?" He asked."He ran to Farya's room," he told."Oh... I gotta going." Kissing his cheek lovingly, a little boy ran off.Mr. Ahmed stood tall and a gracious smile engulfed his face._____"Why did you hit her?" Alim was about to enter Farya's room when he heard his friend. He stopped and peeped in the room to see red-faced Suleiman glaring up at
تألمت، فتعلمت، فتغيرت.I suffered, I learned, I changed.•••"Farya, Suleiman," Alim called them and their heads whipped in his direction and both rose their eyebrows in synchronization."It's time to go back," Alim pointed out, looking at his wristwatch."No." Farya pouted her lips and looked at both Suleiman and Alim with puppy eyes."Yes, Farya, we should go back now," Suleiman said, crouching in front of her. Her big doe eyes filled with tears making both the boys sigh and shake their heads."Where next?" Alim asked taking her other ha
I sat with my anger long enough.Untill she told meHer real name wasGrief.••••The Wali mansion was quiet and eerie that evening. Five bulky men which didn't belong to Sabeeh's guards, but were men of Mafia, were also guarding the house. Suleiman and Alim, were standing in their room in front of the opened window, looking down. Farya was sitting on the bed, playing with her toys. Sabeeh, Zabda and Ahmed still had not returned. Zubia, Suleiman's mother, had come earlier to check on the children."Alim," Suleiman called him, who was lost deep in thoughts. His eyebrows were knitted together and cheeks were red."Hmm..." He muttered as a reply
I never gave up on us••••Arya's p.o.v."Arya," he sighed out softly. "Don't cry, baby," he said and wiped my tears with his thumb.By now we were sitting on the floor with his back pressed to the wall and I was leaning in to look at his face. I wrapped my arms tightly around his torso and nestled my head in his neck. Tears fell on his shirt dripping it."Ary-." I stopped him by putting a finger on his lips."Why this happened to you, Alim? Why you had to go through this pain?""It was in my face," he replied back in a leveled voice.
Baby let me be your manSo I can love you!_zayn Malik.''''I woke up the following day in the morning to find the other side of the bed empty."Alim," i called out loudly, not remembering that I was angry with him.After five minutes of me turning around in the bed and shuffling on my sides, I sat up and looked at the clock to find it striking 11. I had slept a lot.Making a loose bun of my disheveled hair, I walked to the bathroom and Alim was not there.'Maybe he had gone to get breakfast!' I thought and went inside the washroom to do my
"Tom," I called out loudly in utter surprise. Feeling overwhelmed by his sudden appearance, I put my arms around his neck and hugged him tight.After few seconds his arms snaked around my waist and he hugged me back. A soft sigh escaped his throat."Where did you disappear?" I said, tightening my arms around him.He said something which I could not understand for I had been pulled away from him roughly and a loud voice yelled out."Get off my wife."I rolled my eyes at him and looked at Tom for answers but his eyes were glaring at Alim behind me.I felt Alim's fingers digging deep into my skin on the abdomen. I tried to pry his hand away but it only provoked him more as he grumbled loudly and cursed in a loud voice."Tom, where were you and what are you doing here?" I asked again."I dare you touch my wife or even look at her, you know wha
I have lost this soul for your sake!My darling!---Next morning, I woke up early and sneakily walked out of the room tiptoeing, leaving a sleeping Alim behind. I showered in the other washroom and then made breakfast for Alim. His favourite 'prathas'.After one hour he came out of the room in his pants only and heat erupted from my neck and face remembering last night. He rubbed his eyes which were full of sleep and walked in the kitchen. I gave him a glass of cold water which he gulped down in one sip."Are you feeling fine?" I asked and he nodded his head."Hmm... Go, get fresh, I have made Pratha with omlette," I said. He left after placing a kiss on my forehead.When I entered our room, he was in the shower.
"Farya, for God's sake wake up!" I yelled from the washroom but my one-year-old girl was not taking any notice of me and was sleeping peacefully even though she had been sleeping for the last seven hours since her Dad had left for office.I had also just woke up after having an afternoon nap and I was worried about her being hungry but she did not care.She was literally a daddy's princess! She has weird habits or she is too much attached to Alim.She never wakes up even if I'm shouting in her ears and as soon as Alim whispers something even to me she is up in an instant.Gliding her hands in the air, asking him to pick her up. Sometimes I get jealous of this duo but whatever I love both of them so much and they neglect me so much.Ahh.. sigh. After washing my face, I pulled my hair in a messy bun and walked out of our room.
Contentment; a single word easy to understand hard to get. Some people are not contented even when they have the world at their feet. Their heart yearns for the sky then. Some are not contented even when they have the universe. It is because contentment is not related to wealth or objects. It is that one person who becomes everything to you and you don't even realize. Contentment is in that one embrace which you get at the end of the day. Contentment is that one kiss which you give in the morning.Contentment is my husband. Life has not been perfect for us. It was full of ups and downs. Hate and love. Embrace and separation. Joy and tears. However in the end we always found contentment in each other. His embrace is my heaven. His heart is my favorite place to live. His company is what I yearn the most. His smile is what completes me. He is my imperfectly perfect husband. He is my happy place; my contentment.
ItArya's p.o.v....I woke up at 12 in the morning and found Alim was nowhere to be seen. After doing my business in the washroom I came out of the room only to come face to face with a serious Peter."Peter?" I called out his name in surprise. I wasn't expecting him to be here."Hello," he said curtly while nodding his head.I also said a meek hello and walked towards the kitchen.I was still not on good terms with Peter. First of all that event of him almost killing me was fresh in my mind. Second, he was not that friendly and we never really talked. Third, he was always glaring at me.Entering the kitchen, I found Logan sitting on a chair and eating something."Logan!" I squealed excitedly
Some scenes can be offensive for some readers. Please avoid reading if you can't handle physical abuse!.....Alim got out of his Escalade with Suleiman. He took off his shades and by the nod of his head gestured for Suleiman to go with him.They both walked together into his farmhouse. Or should we say the farmhouse he was using as a warehouse?There stood a man with a gun in his hand, waiting for them."Where is Melana?" He asked curtly."She is in the room upstairs. Henderson is guarding her and Kingsley has been shouting since you left to let him out and see Melana."He nodded his head. "Ok. I'll take it from here. You can take the day off if you want a
Note:This story is a male protagonist based. The idea of Arya forgiving him was disturbing to some. I won't say what she did was the right thing today. She should stand up for herself but she didn't. That was her character. From the start of the story she has been a dependent girl, she depends on Alim for everything. Every little thing. Whether it be her clothes or food. And when this incident of Alim forcing himself upon her happened, she was traumatized as every other girl would be. Later she blamed it upon herself that she was at fault by taking pills and not consulting Alim regarding that.On the other hand, Alim was unaware of Arya's perspective. He was regretting what he had done to her. He was ready to divorce her for her happiness but she herself forgave him....This is how the story is. This is describing their situatio
Mature content ahead!...She was unconscious, lying on the hospital bed. He had been sitting with her since they had returned from the warehouse and came to the hospital.They had left that place at dawn and now it was almost 4 in the afternoon. Alex along with Melana and his men was already shifted to his own warehouse back in the States. Dikiy Voin's men wanted to take them but Alim refused. So they returned to Pakistan.Now Alim, Arya, Logan, and ten other men were left behind in Russia.When he noticed Arya stirring he got up and left the room. He didn't want her to see him. He didn't know what will be her reaction now. He himself hadn't forgiven himself. How could he expect her to forgive him?The Doctor had earlier came up
He was in his office, attending a meeting but his mind was wandering far off. Suleiman was eyeing him continuously and sometimes glared at him to make him pay attention to the matter at hand but he didn't pay any heed neither to him nor to the meeting.When the meeting ended, Suleiman got up shook hands with the men, and then turned around to face him."What the fuck you were doing?" He hollered."Nothing," Alim replied."Either go get her or throw her out of your damn mind. I can't watch you sulking around like a bitch.""Today is our anniversary." He heard Alim saying."So?" His anger was not decreasing a notch.He was done with his behavior. He wanted him to man up and take a firm decision. Either let the girl go and move on himself or get the girl and have peace.But his friend was doing nothing. He was doing ne
The life!Life is that one place where you enjoy yourself. It is that one feeling that makes you alive. It is that one sin you want to commit overnight and repeat to build heights. It is that one person you want for your good and terrible spans of time.Alas! I haven't lived life for the entire 29 years of my life.I lived it and lived it to the fullest in the one year only- when she was with me. Beside me, holding my hand. Lying by me at night.I remember that day vividly when I saw her for the very first time. It was like if my breath was sucked out of my body. I didn't believe in the shit like soulmate but seeing her I was hell sure she was my one and only.It wasn't her beauty that triggered me. Although she is beautiful beyond measures, she is solely made to give the hard competition to the goddesses of the world.Her Raven hair falling on her shoulder
Arya had returned to her home in Pakistan along with Minahil. They had flown in Alim's jet. When Alim had suggested that Minahil had put a fit, not wanting to oblige. Then Zara had come and persuaded her saying, "Arya is not ready to face anyone else in this condition," this made Minahil back down reluctantly. She was sitting with her mother in the lawn, Arya was asleep in her room."It has been almost a day why Arya hasn't come out of her room? And why you came back so early and on top of that with Arya? Did she have a fight with Alim?" Mrs. Safina, their mom, questioned Minahil."Mom, she is fine just a little tired," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant."Is this a little tired?" Her mom gasped. "You should be more tired than her but you are all fine." He