Dasht-e-Ulfat Novel By Shazain Zainab

Dasht-e-ulfat Ep # 1

A tale that is still unfolding,

A love that has just awakened,

A hatred that is beginning to stir,

A revenge that is yet to be fulfilled,

A desert that still stretches on,

A burden that is immensely heavy.

Written by. Shazain Zainab

May Allah guide this girl! She stays up all night reading novels, but never even touches her textbooks. And then she sleeps as if she spent the entire night buried in books. It's a wonder if she even cares at all.

Anam Begum's patience had finally reached its limit.

"Jaza, get up like a human being before I lose my temper!"

And there she was, listening to her mother's words with her blanket pulled up to her ears. Her sleep, clearly not yet complete, she replied in a drowsy voice, "Mama, just five more minutes, pleaseeeeee."

Hearing this, Anam Begum nearly lost her mind.

"Five more minutes? It's five minutes to nine! Do you plan on going to college today or should I get my shoes ready to wake you up?"

Hearing the time, Jaza suddenly came to her senses. She quickly jumped out of bed and started complaining, "Mama, you should've woken me up earlier! Now I'm going to be so late for college."

Listening to her, Anam Begum felt like either throwing a shoe at her, regardless of her age, or banging her own head against the wall.

After giving her a stern look and telling her to come down for breakfast, Anam Begum went downstairs, where her husband, Shahid, was sitting in the dining room with their younger daughter, Sawera.

Seeing her come down, Shahid asked, "Has my Jaza woken up?" Anam Begum looked at her husband and replied, "Only God knows what made you name her Jaza. This Jaza of yours has driven me up the wall. It's a miracle if she ever wakes up on time or gets enough sleep."

Shahid could only smile and said, "Why are you so angry with my princess? After all, she is my Jaza, the first gift from my first and last love. She's the first blessing in our home."

"Alright, alright, at least be mindful that the child is sitting right here," Anam Begum responded, aware of her husband's affectionate nature.

They were about to complete twenty years of their marriage, and even after all this time, he still showered his love on her and his beloved wife just as he did on the very first day.

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She stood in front of the mirror, applying kajal to her large, honey-colored eyes, which complemented them perfectly, enhancing their beauty even more. The combination of honey-colored eyes with thick, curved lashes was simply stunning. In her college uniform, she had tied her thick, honey-colored hair into a high ponytail. With her beautiful eyes further accentuated by kajal and a light gloss applied to her thin, pink lips, even in simplicity, she was nothing short of breathtaking. Fair-skinned, with beautiful eyes, soft and delicate lips, long, thick hair, and tall stature—she had the charm to make anyone's heart skip a beat

After giving herself one last look, she grabbed her bag and went downstairs for breakfast.

"Good morning, Baba," she said as she entered the dining room and walked toward her father.

Both Shahid and Anam Begum looked at their daughter, who was exceptionally beautiful. They both silently prayed for her protection and good fortune.

After greeting her father, she sat down for breakfast, but the moment she glanced at the clock, she quickly stood up.