Short stories collection where love and characters lives....
join various couples and families in their journey called life... where they will learn how to live,how to love, how to fight for love and with love, and how to surpass each hurdle to reac...
Hazrein Nazerin... Dekhti ankhoo aur parhne walo ko Mera Salaam...
How are you all? Hope you are doing well with your loved ones.
So today is my baby brother birthday, please remember him and our family in your prayers.
Anyway, I am very happy that people are as excited for this as I am.
Keep supporting and loving ❤️
Enjoy the update.
𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍
بے وجہ نہیں یہ بحث کوئی وجہ تو ہوگی تم سے دل لگی کی کوئی نہ کوئی سزا تو ہوگی۔۔۔
Bewajah Nahi yeh behaas koi wajah toh hogi Tumse Dil lagi ki koi na koi sazaa toh hogi
(Written by me)
𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍
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Those words, those words are like a thunderbolt for everyone present there. It's like a lightning bolt struck them as if an earthquake shook their souls as soon as the words escape the confines of his mouth.
Shameen beghum pulled away from him in disbelief, the men looked ready to kill.
Mannat can't believe her ears as she stumbled back, but Jannat quickly caught her, her own eyes teary as she looked at the man waiting for him to say it was a joke, a disgusting one.
The words 'my wife' haunted her like the worst nightmare of her life. But she was not alone as everyone looked at the man who said those words with a mixture of emotions but only one was able to verbally express it.
"What the hell are you saying, Murad? Are you high or something? If this is a joke then stop it before I forget that you are my son,"
Shafiq Sahab roared as his eyes showed the truthfulness of his words and Murad just looked at him with a blank face.
"I am not joking Baba... I got married to Sanam last month... She is my wife and I wanted you all to accept her-...,"
Before he can complete his words, a loud slap resonated in the room. The sharpness of that slap resembles the thundering storm, it cracks the little bit of hope in his heart like thunder cracks the sky, it left a numbing sensation in his soul like the nature felt after the lightning strikes and shows the world its power. It left a bright mark behind that reminds him of what he has done and what he will face.
His face tilted to the left with a red print on his cheek. Everyone gasped as Shameen beghum cradle her red hand but the slap was not given to Murad only, it was delivered to herself too, because the pain pierced her soul the moment she hit her son.
