Manal Stories

|| Malini and Kunal + Aditya and Imlie || || Short Story || Feelings make humans and emotions are seldom the shade of monotone. That makes everything complex. Fate entangled three lives in a complex web of relationships. Now there's a fourth thread and that changes everything! Aditya, Imlie, Malini and Kunal - will these four lives find the destination they have all along been fated to find? Or will everything will be lost in the tides of change?

"send the next patient please" "Good morning, doctor" "Ugh! Not this boy again!" What happens when a handsome patient keeps visiting a doctor for no reason? A One Shot for a special Friend.

Manal, una chica musulmana de 17 años recién cumplidos. Vive en Barcelona con sus 2 hermanos pequeños y sus padres. Lidia, la chica que se convierte en su mejor amiga durante esos dos años, con la cual ha convivido momentos malos y buenos, que se conoce con sus padres y ya forma parte de la familia, la que ha vivido mil aventuras al lado de Manal pasa a ser una desconocida cuando conoce su pasado... ¿Que hizo Manal para que cambiara todo? Si quieres saber más sobre lo que paso entre ellas. Agrega historia y dale a leer!

"I have to drive to till we get to Karachi but i am too tired ad its a long way!"said Sammarah. She wasn't concentrating on her driving and was talking continously . "SHUT UP! OH NO! LOOK FORWARD!". It was too late for Sammarah to look forward. The car hit a bundle of people and crashed againt a tree

Eid Special scene for Manal

She is attracted to him. Same as what he felt towards her. However, being the indenial that they are, after undoubtedly attracted to one another they decided to resist each other. Attract, repel, attract, repel--the cycle goes on and on. How long this cycle would last? When will they encourage their attraction? When will they stop resisting each other? Started: Aug/22/2022 Ended:

" What a whore?! You disgusting girl. " yelled a woman as she pushed me down. The next thing I heard was a resonating slap. I looked up to see my mother with a death look on her face. " If you ever touch my daughter or any pregnant teen again, I will cut off your arms and feed them to you. B!atch! " And that people is Fadila Amid, my mother.

' i was simply at the wrong place, at the wrong time. '