Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Seventy One

Chapter Seventy One The hair on my arms stood on end at the sight of him as though the memory of his threats had somehow embedded itself deep in my bones. Iqbal Mahomed looked exactly the same. Unlike his wife, he didn’t wear his tragedy openly. Was it even a tragedy in his eyes? Mirzaq … Continue reading Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Seventy One