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 July 29, 2012
Ab barish shuru ho chuki thi. Zayn ne uske ghar ke samne gaadi roki. Usne Muskan ki taraf dekha, jo safar ke dauran ek dum khamosh thi. Uski khamoshi ne uska dil aor bechain kar diya.
"Tum sach mein theek ho na?" Zayn ne pareshaani se pucha.
Muskan ne uski taraf dekha aur halki si muskurai, lekin Zayn ko maloom tha ke yeh muskurahat zabardasti thi. Uska dil yeh manzoor karne ko tayar nahi tha ke woh theek hai.
Muskan ki nazar uske ghod mein rakhe glass box par gayi. Usme band butterfly ek phool par thi. Usne dheere se us box ko dekha aur phir Zayn ka naam liya.
"Zayn." usne halka sa kaha.
"Hmm"
"Thank you."
"Butterfly ke liye?" Zayn ne mazaak ke taur par puchha.
Muskan ne dheeme se sir hila diya, lekin uski aankhein abhi bhi butterfly par thi, jo apne pankh dheere dheere hila rahi thi. Puri din mein pehli baar, uske chehre par ek asal muskaan aayi thi.
"Muskan."
"Hmm."
"Thank you."
"Kis liye?"
"Muskurane ke liye." Zayn ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si narmi thi.
Muskan uski aankhon mein zyada der tak nahi dekh paayi. Usne apni nazar hata li aur dheere se kaha, "Mujhe jaana hai. Der ho gayi hai."
Zayn ne barish ki taraf dekha aur kaha, "Par bahar barish ho rahi hai."
"Hum mere ghar ke samne hi hai. Koi baat nahi." Muskan ne beparwaah se lehje mein kaha.
