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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Before you dive into the chapter, I want to have a sincere conversation with you all. I’ll get straight to the point.
Unlike other authors who set targets for votes and comments, I upload chapters as scheduled, fulfilling my responsibility to you as a writer. However, I can’t help but feel that things are a little unfair.
Writing a single chapter takes me an entire week, Yet leaving a comment or voting takes only a few seconds—perhaps 30 at most. I understand that my work may not be as professional or flawless as some other authors, but I am putting in my best effort. Every chapter is the result of hard work and dedication.
Some of you personally reached out, requesting the story in Roman Urdu, so
I spent a whole month making that happen. Then, when others asked for it in English, I took another two weeks to translate it. I did my best to accommodate everyone’s preferences because I value my readers.
And this book is really really closer to my heart because it is my first ever book. And I know some of you comment on every chapter and your every comment means a lot. And I am really grateful for those who comment on the chapters and tell me what they feel. I love reading your comments.
Writing a book is not easy. A small comment, a few kind words, or a simple vote can mean the world to a writer. It’s not just about numbers—it’s about motivation, appreciation, and encouragement. I believe I deserve that too, just as any writer does.
This story may not be perfect, but it is certainly not something created effortlessly. If you enjoy reading it, I kindly ask you to take a moment to show your support. It truly makes a difference.
Thank you for being here, and I hope you enjoy the chapter.
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RomanUrdu Version
Banglore January 25, 2015
Zayn apne kamre ke baramde mein betha tha, uske mobile mein ek tasveer thi jo wo baar-baar dekhta aur phir aankhon ko band kar leta.
Afzal baramde ke darwaze par khada tha. Usne kuch lamhon tak Zayn ko dekha, phir aage badh kar uske saath baith gaya.
"Zayn Kab tak aise rahoge?"
Zayn ne unki aur bina uski taraf dekhe jawab diya, "Kya farq padta hai."
"Zindagi ruk nahi sakti, Zayn. Ise aage badhna hota hai. Nisha ek achi larki hai, tum uske saath khush reh sakte ho."
"Yeh sab ho chuka hota… agar main yeh karna chahta. Lekin main yeh nahi chahta."
