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 23, 20
Zayn ne apni ungliyan mehndi mein dubo di, thanda lepat uski jald se chipak gaya. Woh aahista se Muskan ke hathon par naqsh banane laga, har lakeer puri tawajju se kheenchta. Doosra haath uski kalayi par tha, useh sambhalte hue.
Muskan chup chaap baithi rahi, uski har harkat ko dekh rahi thi. Mehndi ka thanda ehsaas, Zayn ke haathon ki naram garmahat ke sath mila hua tha. Uski ungliyan, jo ab gehra narangi rang pakar chuki thi, sambhal kar chal rahi thi. Koi jaldi nahi thi.
Hawa mein mehndi ki meethi khushbu phailee hui thi. Zayn ki ungliyon ki chhuan useh halki gud-gudi ka ehsas de rahi thi. Muskan ki ungliyan halki si hilin, lekin usne haath nahi hataya. Hatane ka dil bhi nahi kiya.
Zayn ne ab tak uski taraf nahi dekha tha. Woh ek naqsh khatam kar ke doosre par aa gaya, uski ungliyan uski jald par surkhion se chal rahi thi, rekhaein, wakar, kuch aise jo sirf ehsaas mein samajh aata hai.
Useh dikkat ho rahi thi. Mehendi uski hatheli par bikhar rahi thi. Muskan ne uske chehre ko dekha fir kaha,
"Cone se lagalo, ungliyon se kyun laga rahe ho?"
Zayn ne sar utha kar useh dekha fir apna kaam jaari rakha.
"Mujhe cone se lagani nahi aati." Woh uski masoomiyat par muskurai fir nazrien fer li. Zayn ne ek nazar useh dekha fir kaha,
