She
While planning to seek revenge on her father for destroying her life, Meher unfortunately fell in love with Tausiq, a muslim guy, living in the opposite world of hers.
Meher
The girl who hated her surname.
She shouldn't have seen him, but she did.
He was her mistake, her punishment.
She was a cunning business women.
Everything happened in her life with two men. If they weren't in her life, she might not have her revenge and love.
She was the protagonist and antagonist of her novel. She was a forbearer who doesn't forget her past. She was an introvert who wanted him to be dead. She was a possessor who possessed only over that man.
What will happen when this psychic beauty fall for this handsome family boy? Will she be normal again, or badly possess him, that she wanted him to say goodbye to his family?
She was a novel without epilogue.
The one who was a mistake;
The one who was a shoddy;
The one who just wanted him;
- She
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Chapter: Chapter 9: To My YippeIt was 3 am, and Meher was sub-concious. The wine bottle rolled down the bed, and the slender glass held two millilitre of red wine. Her yippie, was open, the pen playing with her fingers.__"Meher, see what papa brought for you!" Shekhar cooed, and the little girl of seven hopped towards him, wishing for the kid's novel book she secretly asked her mom."Yes daddy!" Meher cheered and jumped up and down."See what is in there for you!" Shekhar smiled. It was innocent for the innocent soul of hers, but was really his creepiest, the evil one.He handed over a gift box covered in golden glitters."Th-thank you dad!" She smiled, her eyes glistened with the brimming tears of joy. Fathima watched them over the pillar. She knew, something bad was going to happen.Meher sat down the floor, the white frock of hers touched her knee. Gently,
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Chapter: Disclaimer•DISCLAIMER•This book is a work of fiction. Names of people, organisations, businesses, characters, incidents, places and events are fictional and a product of the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to actual events or places or person, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Any referance to places, businesses, location and organisations are used in a way that is purely fictional and has no resemblance to any existing organisation, location etc., and any use there of is not intended to harm, disrespect, defame or derogate any third party. The protagonist in the book, Meher, is a fictional character and has no relation whose over to Mumbai City.All Rights Reserved
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Chapter: Chapter 8: Her YippeeThe leaves swaying under the cool breeze that passed by. And was her hair. Moving in sync with the breeze.She clasped the maroon fabric of her frock that reached her knee length. It couldn't happen. But yet? Meher was so lost that she didn't noticed the girl already leaving the stage, pulling her lengthy gown. She pressed herself in the cold wall, letting the things process. Could it be her father? Wasn't she the only mistake of her father? The thoughts... the sudden shock... the call from her mother.... that was getting on her nerves. She felt her heartbeat accelerating, and the boiling blood rushing down her nerves. The thick drops of tears blurred her vision, and a single drop left her eye."Meher?" The voice that calmed her brain. His wavelength was strong enough to stop her palpitation.
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Chapter: Chapter 7: Party Night"Now, Mr. Muhammed Tausiq Ibn Abubacker Siddiqui, if you dare to leave me behind, I'll kill you!" Sanam continued repeating after every interval."No. I'll leave you in between the crowd." He said, his eyes fixed in the traffic light, and his fingers drumming the steering. He was driving Volkswagen latest version, which belonged to Dawood. After driving his old Swift Dezire for years, driving someone's new car raised his adrenaline."I know you won't." Sanam tried to laugh."Whatever." Tausiq pressed the accelerator when the traffic light turned green. Sanam inhaled deeply and affixed her gaze outside the window. And Tausiq managed to give a glance to her every time. She was busy in admiring Mumbai city, and he was busy in admiring Sanam.He examined how her eyes brighten, her muscles contract, and her lips twitch. Her big eyes moved and looked at the rear view mirror. He found that her
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Chapter: Chapter 6: Two Women From The Same Background"No ammy. I want to complete my education. You know right, I'm just nineteen!""Fathima... but your nanny and abbu? Ya Allah, I don't know.""Why can't you just tell her that I'm not ready to marry someone who's elder than me for seventeen years!""It's..it's our-""No more traditions!" Fathima whimpered. She covered her face and cried. Her mother, Kulsum, soothed her back. She doesn't wanted her daughter to have the same fate as hers. She wanted Fathima to get educated, and to be a lawyer. But deep inside her heart, she knew that her family won't agree with her. "Even I wanted to be a doctor." Kulsum opened her heart. "But my parents, they were so orthodox like your grandma. That was why I was married at ten to your father who's elder than me for twenty two years." Sh
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Chapter: Chapter 5: Some SurprisesEverything was so quite.It was so swift that Shekhar opened the door of her room... The trembling hands of hers covered her mouth to prevent the further whimpering. His lips again started whistling, and he inserted his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He examined the whole room of white shade. Her desire towards light, infact her hate towards dark was marking."Where are you hiding!" Shekhar Nair roared, and a hiccup fell from Meher's mouth.With a nasty smirk, Shekhar paced forward to the long wooden plywood cupboard. Suspeciously, he pulled open the almirah to check whether she hide inside."I know you are here. In this room."It was very swift that his eyes glued to the slightly moved cloth basket. Never leaving his eyes from it, Shekhar, pulled out the clothes to discover a human form inside, she.Meher's lips quivered, as his rough hands p
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My Curse Or My Heartbeat
Aimaan's father died- it was a brutal murder.
When her happy life turned upside down, as her smiles and laughter were replaced with cries and screams, she decided to go for hunting the killer. She didn't knew that her forced husband was her childhood love- and she didn't knew that the killer destroyed his family too. They could have went along their path of revenge togetherly, but is life that simple?
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Ihzan Hashim, a cunning billionaire with a cold personality, a man exercising power and authority. He's someone who only knows how to make money. But he was once sweet, easy going and was the apple of everybody's eyes-until his parents were killed by an unknown. He's the King of the underworld mafia. He sacrificed something which every soul crave for- love.
Aimaan Shihas, a girl who thanks Allah for every step she takes. She's a girl who smiles even if her mind is sulked in dark. Her heaven turned into a graveyard when her father was brutally murdered infront of her eyes. Her already broken heart breaks again and again when she signed that paper.
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Chapter: Chapter 2: The Unknown Number• Aimaan •"Mr. Asif Acouts, the son of the famous wrestler family Acouts, asked your hand in marriage " she said."Oh Asif, he's my college-mate" I said absent-mindly. But realization stuck me later."Wait what! Hand-in-marriage?" I asked her double-astonished.She just nodded her head.Before she could tell anything, I made her stand and pushed her out of the room."No ammy, I won't. Atleast let me complete my course"- I said and closed the door once again."When will your course end?" I heard her yelling from other side.There are indeed many wanting wealth.*****"Fed up with this maths! Who the hell invented this"- Zyan grabbed his hair.He was bad at that one subject: Maths!We were struggling to solve the trignometric question from two hours.Exactly, we. Means, we, tha
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Chapter: Chapter 1: The Meet•Aimaan•"One hundred seventy three...one hundred seventy four...one hundred seventy five..."A canvas.A blank canvas.He painted black with illuminating stars and a blushing moon.Now, as the time flew, He added whitish blue colour into the canvas as the orange sun shyly came out with warm rays and cool breeze that hushed the cheesy secrets in the ears."One hundred seventy eight... One hundred seventy nine...And one hundred eighty!""Zay, three minutes, exactly one eighty seconds are over!"Birds chirped sweet as honey that gave warm kisses to the ear lobes. Breeze rushed through the leaves and branches of trees, that the leaves hit each other making sound, just like the tingl
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Chapter: Chapter 3: Again Him?•Aimaan•I looked up to see those emerald green eyes. OMG!"Hey, how are you?" Said Asif, directly looking into my hazel eyes."F-fine" -I quickly gave him a fake smile and hurried to the exit."Hey twin"- I yelled at Wania. Some unwanted attention covered me. I corrected my sentence. "Hey Wania"She was not at all looking at me. I rushed to her side in the busy corridor. I gave her a side hug, and I was returned with a oh-not-so-happy face."Sorry"- I said her with my puppy face while pinching her cheek."Sorry sorry sorry" I said."That-that really hurts" she said, not looking at my eyes."Sorry sorry again! I'll treat you with MacDonald's"She smiled at me and we went back to our classroom.*****"Yes!!" I screamed at my top most voice that Zyan flintched at my tone.
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Chapter: Act 1. Fight"Amin...why did you leave me!" Mrs. Shihas or Dhariya cried. She was in the hospital. The doctors and nurses were trying to calm her down but miserably failed. Aimaan was in the ICU, in critical state.The Justice, Mr. Amin Shihas, passed away. It took a lot of time for them to register it to their brain."Madam, please try to understand us. Your baby is getting a hard time. You may loose your child. Stop weeping for the passed out and concentrate on your coming out." The head doctor tried to calm her down."For whom, for whom am I trying to concentrate? The unborn child? Will that come into my life if my husband wasn't there?" She screamed, while trying to get rid of the grip on her hands.Aimaan was in the first ICU , fighting for her life; where her mother was in the next ICU pleading for her lives, her dears. Zyan was in front of the ICU, not knowing wha
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