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 May 2, 2011
Zayn janta tha Muskan use kahan milegi. Woh park mein usi jagah ki taraf gaya. Jheel ke saamne, Ek bade, purane ped ke niche purani jhang khayi hui bench. Aur woh bilkul sahi tha. Muskan jheel ke kinare khamoshi se baithi thi.
Woh chonk kar murri to Zayn ko wahan betha dekha. Uski moujudgi ghair mutawaqqa aur kuch hadd tak bechain kar dene wali thi.
Muskan ki aankhein hairat se khul gayi. "Tum yahan kaise pohanch gaye?"
Zayn ne uski pareshaani bhanp li aur muskura kar aaram se peechhe ki taraf jhuk gaya. "Kya hua? Hairan ho mujhe dekh kar?" usne be-takallufi se kaha.
Muskan ne use ghoor kar dekha,
Zayn ne ek chhukti hui muskaraahat ke sath kaha, "Mujhe pata hai ke mein dekhne layak manzar hoon, magar thodi respect dikhana bhi zaroori hai. Zyada ghooro mat, Kahin mujhe pasand na karne lago."
"Tum khud ki tareef karte thakte nahi?"
"Isme thakna kya hai. Mein handsome hun."
"Tum aur Handsome? Astaghfirullah!"
Zayn ke chehre par mazeed muskaraahat phail gayi. "Astaghfirullah? Arrey, jab kuch khubsurat dekho to mashallah ya subhanallah kehna chahiye."
"Mujhe taajub nahi hoga agar tumne kisi din khudse shadi karli."
