ayesha adeel
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A story writer is a creative professional who specializes in crafting engaging and compelling narratives.Story writers can work in a variety of genres, including fiction, non-fiction, drama, and poetry.
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Life's Lake
In the past, Ali and his grandfather were very good friends. It is mentioned when Ali was just seven years old when Dadaji held it very dear. Dadaji frequently taught him important life lessons through seemingly insignificant occurrences that he later came to appreciate. Similarly, he taught Ali the most priceless and precious life lesson one day.
By ayesha adeel3 years ago in Motivation
His lady
On the third floor, they were both in the same room. From the outside, this small room with its light blue light looks like a cold train compartment, similar to summertime railroads with poetic names like "Firdous Seamen" or "Dream Seamen." attached to particular automobiles.
By ayesha adeel3 years ago in Fiction
The gaze
What I adored most about his body were his eyes. The first thing a man sees is the headlights of a motorcycle in the dark, like these eyes. You wouldn't think their eyes were very pretty. no way. I can tell the difference between beautiful and ugly things. I'm sorry, but I can only say that those eyes weren't pretty. However, despite this, they were extremely attractive.
By ayesha adeel3 years ago in Fiction
a virgin
Maggie Elliott is a respectable, well-dressed 80-year-old woman. That is, they embellish themselves based on their age, rank, and environment. The glow of some inner passion can be seen with a light lipstick on the lips, a faint scent in the hair, and a hint of rouge on the cheeks that is so light that it hides the color. His slender wrist bracelet changes each evening. Maggie Elliot has six or seven silver armbands, which she wears then again. Even to this day, Maggie Elliot has a sudden flinch when she sees a man near her, then she stops and smiles strangely shyly as if she is stealing the man's body. Despite her long life, Eliot still keeps her virginity. Their smile has an odd tinge to them.
By ayesha adeel3 years ago in Fiction
Burmese young lady
Gyan got enough sleep because he was shooting. The apartment was empty of anyone else. The family had moved to Rawalpindi with the wife and kids. He didn't care about the neighbors. However, Bombay residents do not interact with their neighbors. Affordance only consumed four pegs of brandy. ate, ignored the helpers, shut the door, and fell asleep.
By ayesha adeel3 years ago in Fiction
Letter from a Prostitute
I sincerely hope you haven't previously received a letter from a prostitute. I likewise trust that till today you have not seen the substance of me and different ladies of this age. I also know how wrong I was to write this open letter to you, but I don't know what to do because the situation is so dire and the demands of these two girls are so severe that I can't live without writing it. I'm not composing this letter, these letters are being composed by Bella and Batul. If any of the words in my letter offended you, I sincerely apologize. I'll do it out of compulsion.
By ayesha adeel3 years ago in Fiction
the old man
After the Great War was over, my dear friend Lieutenant Col. Muhammad Salim Shaikh (presently) arrived at Bombay through Iran, Iraq, and different fronts. He knew exactly where my apartment was. We used to write to each other from time to time, but it wasn't fun because each letter was censored. It was an odd problem whether coming from here or here.
By ayesha adeel3 years ago in Fiction
