🌟 AUTHOR’S POV 🌟
In another part of the city, a man was following a woman, completely ignoring the world around him. That woman was none other than Asmaara Jiwaani, aka Asma—an interior designer with a shy yet fierce personality. She shared an apartment with her best friends and protected them like a possessive mama bear. Her grandmother and cousin sister were her lifeline, and she’d do anything for them.
Now, back to the story—
The man tailing her? Ajay Diwaan, her crazy, psycho, stalker landlord, who couldn’t digest a simple rejection. A marriage proposal turned obsession, and Ajay refused to understand the meaning of the word "engaged."
> “You need to give me an answer today. Otherwise, I’m not letting you go,”
said the psycho—oops, sorry—Ajay.
“Why are we wasting time when you already know the answer? I’ve politely declined your proposal, and the fact that I’m engaged should’ve been enough for you to back off. Can’t you get it stupid? If you don’t stop this madness, I’ll report you to the police!” warned Asma, glaring.
> “I’d like to see you try,” Ajay snarled, stepping toward her.
And just as he advanced—
💥 A scooty rammed into him from behind, sending him flying to the roadside.
> “And what were you going to do again? Please enlighten me. I’d love to hear it,”
came a voice from behind.
The rider removed the helmet, revealing the one and only—
Sara Seher Khan, bold, beautiful, and radiating confidence. (Sorry, can’t help it 🤷🏻♀️😇🔥)
> “YOU!! How dare you?!?” screamed the psycho.
“Yeah, me! And oops—how dare I, right?” Sara rolled her eyes.
> “Want me to show you what else I can dare to do? You’ve had a preview already, haven’t you?”
Ajay scurried away like a coward.
> “Bloody coward,” Sara muttered, gesturing Asma to hop on.
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On the ride home:
> “How many times have I told you not to walk alone at this hour—especially through this lane?” Sara fumed.
“Yeah, I know... but I didn’t get a ride,” mumbled a sheepish Asma.
> “Should’ve asked your lover boy to drop you. He would’ve happily agreed,” teased Sara.
“Stop calling him that! He’s not my lover boy, stupid!” Asma blushed.
> “Sure. Keep telling yourself that,” Sara smirked as they parked under their building.
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The doorbell rang.
It was opened by a sleepy Roshni Raza, aka Ro—dressed in fuzzy pyjamas and looking like an angry bear disturbed mid-hibernation.
> “Can’t you guys carry keys? After night duty at the hospital, I can’t even sleep in peace,” she grumbled.
“Cut the drama, Ro. You’ve been sleeping since the afternoon. Don’t even try lying,” Sara shot back, raising an eyebrow.
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VEILS OF ROSE
Mystery / ThrillerMeet Arsalan Ahmed Khan, the mysterious and brooding doctor and new M.D. of Health and Peace, one of the top hospitals in the country on the verge of collapsing.He can do anything for his loved ones, "touch them," and you'll see how dangerous he is...
