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 31, 2011
"Yeh dawaaiyan aap niche medical se le lijiye." Sarah reception pe kisi patient ki files dekh rahi thi, jab ek nurse ne use bulaya.
"Sarah, tumse koi milne aaya hai."
Sarah ne palat kar darwaze ki taraf dekha. Zayn khada tha, thoda pareshan, thoda hichkichata hua. Usne ek nazar Sarah pe dali, phir nazrein fer li.
"Zayn? Tum yahan?" Usne hairani se puchha.
Zayn andar aya aur kuch der tak khamosh raha. Phir dheere se bola,
"Mujhe Muskan ke baare mein puchhna tha." Uski nazrein zameen par tik gayi thi.
"Haan, woh London mein hai."
"Jhuth mat bolo, Sarah. Mujhe pata hai usne flight miss ki hai."
"Mein khud usse airport par see off karne gayi thi. Woh..."
"Haan, par usne flight miss ki aur airport se nikal gayi. Woh kahan gayi hai, main yeh puchh raha hun."
"Mein nahi janti."
"Toh kisi aur dost se pata karo."
"Main... puchhti hun."
Zayn ne Sarah ki madad se Mahinoor, Aaliya, aur Jiya se bhi poochha. Jawab ek hi tha.
"Hume nahi pata." Har baar ek hi jawab sunne ke baad, woh wapas office aya. Aur apne cabin mein baith gaya. Usne dono haath apne baalon mein phere aur kursi ki tek par gir gaya. Uska chehra chhat ki taraf tha.
