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
Banglore April 6, 2012
Restaurant se uthkar woh wapas office aa gaya. Kaam mein mashroof, woh kisi aur cheez par dhyan nahi dena chahta tha.
"Zayn!" Usne jaani pehchani awaz suni.
Mahira... uske hothon par muskaan har dafa ki tarah chamak rahi thi. Zayn ke liye yeh sab dekhna ek ajeeb jazbaat paida kar raha tha. Uski moujudgi Zayn ko napasand thi. Iss liye nahi ke Mahira ek galat ladki hai magar isliye ke agar woh usme thodi si bhi dilchaspi dikhata Mahira uss ehsas ka galat matlab nikal leti. Woh janta tha Mahira use pasand karti hai. Woh kursi se khada hua aur uski taraf badha.
"Tum yahan kaise? Kya uncle ne bheja hai tumhe?" Zayn ne seedha sawal kiya.
"Har baat dad se kyun jod dete ho? Kya main sirf tumse milne nahi aa sakti?"
"Nahi." uska lehza sakht tha.
"Achha phir ek reason hai. Aao betho mein batati hoon."
Mahira ne Zayn ka haath pakda aur sofa ki taraf kheenchne lagi. Zayn ne apna haath chhudaya.
