Urdu Novel
We meet thousands of people in this world, we get attracted to hundreds, we fall for ten and then we'll be united with the one whose name was written with our name thousands of years ago.
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Roman Urdu Version
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Banglore DECEMBER 5, 2010
Zayn gaadi chala raha tha, Fazila uske saath thi. Woh dono hasi mazak karte jaa rahe the. Zayn aur Fazila ke bich sirf maa bete ka rishta nahi tha balki dosti ka rishta bhi tha. Zayn baaton mein uljha tha, uska dhyan sadak se hatt kar ab Fazila par tha. Tabhi ek teekha awaaz, ek jhatka, aur agle hi lamhe mein woh hua jiska usne andaza nahi lagaya tha. Uski gadi ek cycle se takra gayi.
Woh musalsal sochta gaya, Usne ladki ki taraf dekha jo cycle par thi. Log uske ird gird khade the. Zayn ke andar ab gussa puri tarah se bhar chuka tha. Zayn ke liye woh ladki bas ek aur masla thi.
Uski aankhon mein nafrat thi. Usne gaadi ka darwaza khola, aur Fazila ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, “Aap bas shant rahiye, yeh mera kaam hai.”
Usne Muskan ko dekha, jo cycle se gir gayi thi, aur thodi der ke liye usne uski halat ka andaza lagaya. Muskan ki aankhein dheere dheere khuli.
Uske chehre par jo thodi si chot thi, woh Zayn ke gusse ko aur badha rahi thi.
"Beta, tum theek ho?" Ek aadmi ne Muskan se sawal kiya.
"Ab yeh ladki mujhe pareshan karegi!" Usne socha.
Woh aage badhkar Muskan ke paas gaya.
“Kya tum andhi ho? Gadi nahi dikh rahi thi?"
“Tameez se baat karo! Andhi main nahi, andhe tum ho.” Muskan ne tez awaz mein kaha.
Uske jawab dene ki tarz Zayn ko aur bhi irritate kar rahi thi. “Ungli mujhe mat dikhao, Mujhe maloom hai tum jaison ka kya maksad hota hai. Tum jaan bujh kar raste mein aate ho, phir paise ka bahana banate ho.”
