Urdu Stories

Collection of traditional love stories. محفل میں باربار انہی پر نظر گئی ہم نے بچائی لاکھ مگر پھر ادھر گئی 💫Short stories of traditional Pakistani weddings and customs. ~Milan ☑️(Childhood nikkah based) ~Sehar-e-Ishq☑️ (Kidnapping based) ~Jan-e-Tamanna☑️ (After Marriage based) ~Haal-e-Dil ☑️(Rom-Com/love marriagebased) ~Husn-e-Jaana☑️(Second chance based) ~Humsafar☑️ (Second marriage based) 《NOTE》This story will majorly contain urdu language, and I won't be translating the dialogues. []Urdu/Hindi readers, it is for you. 《#3 in junoon 12-10-2020》 《#1 in mohabbat 19-10-2020》 《#3 in Pakistan 19-10-2020》 《#1 in nikkah 16-11-2020》 《#1 in muslimlovestory 16-11-2020》 《#1 in perfectcouple 24-11-2020》 《#1 in islamiclovestory 3-12-2020》 《#1 in Ishq 4-01-2021》 《#1 in Urdu 26-03-2021》 《#1 in ambassadorspk 31-03-2021》 《#1 in Pyaar 12-05-2021》 🍁Alhumdulilah

•𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 '𝟏' 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ─── ⋆⋅♡⋅⋆ ─── "Tum sirf meri ho. Kisi aur ke baare mein sochna bhi mat jaan le loonga uski." Her heart stuttered violently in her chest as her wide eyes locked onto his. "Dushman ki beti hoon," she whispered, fragile but defiant. He leaned closer, his breath fanning her lips. "Meri biwi ho." "Agar dushmani khatam nahin hui toh?" she dared, voice trembling. "I don't care," he growled, jaw set hard. "You are still my wife." Her pulse thundered in her veins. "What if my family takes me back?" His eyes flared, no hesitation in his answer. "Then it's a fucking war. And you, my Noor, are worth every fucking war." ─── ⋆⋅♡⋅⋆ ─── "Longer the chapters lesser the number"

There are some feelings that refuse to become memories. They linger in empty rooms, in unfinished conversations, in names we still whisper, and in poems we never meant to write. If Grief Could Write is a home for those lingering feelings-a collection of love, loss, longing, forgiveness, and the quiet hope that survives even after goodbye. If these poems remind you of someone, know that they reminded me too.

Some words are read. Some words are felt. "𝑨 𝑮 𝑨 𝑹" is remembered. Long after the poem ends, it continues within the reader.

چلیں چلتے ہیں 2005 کی ان خوبصورت یادوں میں اور اج 2006 کہ اس تلخ حقیقت کو جانتے ہیں چلیں چلتے ہیں سوات کی پہاڑیوں میں چلے چلتے ہیں سکون کے اس خوبصورت دور میں جو ہم نے اسے ہر کسی کی زندگی میں کبھی نہ کبھی ایا تھا

NOOR-Ye to tum mujhe batao ge huwa kya hai? Kyu meri calls nhi uthate? Milte kyu nhi? Tum to proposal bhejne wale the kya hua av tk kuch kiya kyu nhi? Bolte kyu nhi?? HUZAIFA- Bas kro Noor !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jab nhi bheja proposal to smjh jao nhi thi shadi tumse.kitni bewakuf ho itni si baat smjh nhi aaii

"You know Aamir, I am not capable of being a good wife. You know that I won't be able to perform duties of a wife than why you keep sending marriage proposal to my father. Please stop all this." Tears start flowing from her eyes but there is no relief from his side. "I'll be your husband in few days. Prepare yourself for it. " Finality in his voice gave shivers to her. She falls on the floor and hide her face between her knees. Aamir sheikh, heir of Sheikh corporation there is nothing in the world which he can't buy. He is rich, good looking and charming to the extent that women throw themselves on his feet. His charm work everyone except one woman . The one he love refuses him again and again. Aamna Rahman Ali is a closed personality who mind her own business. She is least interested in male attention accidentally grab attention of rude, dominating and annoying Aamir.

This story is set on modern day but in the city of Nurpur where still some people have old mindset. This revolves around the lives of Noor-e-Jahan, a Nawab's Daughter who doesn't like to interact much but her unimaginable beauty make heartbeats go faster and Murad, son of business tycoon, quite famous and handsome but a bit arrogant. In Nurpur, love is never simple. Noor was never meant to cross paths with Murad khan - the man capable of destroying her peace and becoming addicted to it at the same time.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED A fate inked in blood. They were never meant to be together. Their paths never meant to be crossed. They were supposed to be the side characters in each other's lives. And yet fate brought them together. Haris Nawaz. The Heir and the eldest grandson of the Nawaz House. He is royalty. A Prince of the modern century. The apple of his family's eyes. The man who has a strong core of principles. A man everyone is afraid of. A man who gathered too much burden on his shoulders. A man who can do anything for his family. Hafsa Aurangzeb. The forgotten daughter of the Aurangzeb House. The lost daughter. She is erased. She is neglected. She is the secret of her family. The woman who is so pure of heart. Her heart is made of gold. She cares too much. Hopes too greatly. A woman who is being punished for something that was not even in her hands. And yet she is surviving. Because if she does not survive, she will fade away. STARTED: 9- JULY-2026 ENDED: DO NOT COPY MY WORK.

Sirat e mustaqeem is written By GHADIA MALIK (Me) The Urdu novel *Sirat-e-Mustaqeem* explores the journey of faith and the quest for the 'straight path.' It depicts how a person navigates life's challenges to find spiritual clarity and, ultimately, discovers the meaning of true love and its also about a beautiful love story. All the rights are reserved to author.

Sometimes, Destiny writes the same love story twice

Why don't we get what we want? Tell me, who has gotten everything according to their own wish? Why are you so worried about your life? Stop looking at others, look at yourself, You yourself are worth a thousand.

This story revolves around the love and hate relationship of ISHAL AHMED KHAN and HASSAM KHANZADA Read how the things turn out where ishal left no other option for Hassam except for getting married where he just look at her like sister. "koi bat nhi mama mohabat to maine un seki hai naw" "im sorry chanda.... i accept my mistake. will u give us a chance"

They were very different from each other. Because they were from two different worlds. Yes, in literal sense they really were from two different worlds. She was a normal girl living in the human world, whereas he was a jinn living in the world of the unseen. One faithful night makes him mad for her, he wanted her by any means possible, he would remove any hurdle coming his way, even if it meant killing someone, because he wanted her and only her. // Dive in to read two lovers passionate love story, both deeply in love, but seperated because of religion, family and their different worlds.

❝ your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.❞ ~ Hafiz - ✨A collection of short stories waiting to be read✨ Grab onto your popcorn buckets and strap in for the ride! -

"آتش زدہ" ایک pure fantasy ہے جو بادشاہوں اور سلطانوں کے دور کی کہانی ہے. اس دور کی صحیح طور پر عکاسی کرنا بہت مشکل ثابت ہو رہا ہے اور اس پر فینٹسی لکھنا، میرے لیے ایک چیلنج ہی ہے۔ میں بذات خود فینٹسی پڑھنا پسند کرتی ہوں پر اردو میں اس genre پر زیادہ کام نہیں ملتا۔ میرے خیال میں انگریزی میں فینٹسی لکھنا بمقابل اردو کے، آسان ہے اور english میں fantasy novels کی بھرمار ملتی ہے۔ میں اردو میں اپنا حصہ ڈالنا چاہتی تھی اس سوچ کے ساتھ کہ شاید کچھ اور لوگ بھی میری طرح کے ہوں۔ تو جی! یہ کہانی ہے کچھ grey لوگوں کی۔ کون ہیرو ہے اور کون ولن؟ یہ آپ کہانی پڑھ کر پتا کر لیں. Happy reading ✨

Iblees by Nimra Ahmed is a story about deception, love, and betrayal, centered on Raza Hayat Khan, a college professor, and his students Halima Dawood and Filza Ibrahim. Raza, known for his charm and religious appearance, gains the admiration of Halima, who believes he is a good Muslim. When Filza, a beautiful new student, joins the class, she also falls for him. Filza and Raza develop an illicit relationship, and she becomes pregnant.... ---- I am a reader and admirer of Iblees by Nimrah Ahmed, and this translation is simply my effort to share a story I deeply enjoyed with others. All credit for the novel, its plot, characters, and ideas belongs solely to Nimrah Ahmed. I do not claim any ownership over the original work, and this translation is not being used for commercial purposes or personal profit. As this is a copyrighted work and I do not have official permission to translate it, I will gladly remove this translation if requested by the author, publisher, or rightful copyright holder.

یہ کہانی مختصر سی زندگی کی مختصر کہانیوں میں سے ایک ہے ۔

Woh Badnaam Kyun Hui? Mohabbat ki thi... magar wafa na mili. Bharosa kiya tha... magar chaal mili. Yeh kahani hai us ladki ki, jiska har ek yakeen toota nahi, choor-choor ho gaya. Jise apna kaha, wo kabhi uska tha hi nahi. Ek choti si nadani, aur ek galat insaan par kiya gaya bharosa-bas itna hi kaafi tha uski banti-banayi duniya ko uthal-puthal karne ke liye. Log kehte hain ki andhere mein koi saath nahi deta, magar sach toh yeh hai ki jab insaan har taraf se toot chuka hota hai, tab koi aisa humsafar milta hai jisse umeed toh door, pehchaan tak nahi hoti. Wo "rubab" ka raaz kya hai? Kaun hai wo shaks jo uski zindagi keo smjhega aur use us andhere se Bahar LAYEGA Kya ye wahi hai jiske liye wo badnaam hui, ya ye koi nayi shuruat hai? Jaanne ke liye padhiye... "Woh Badnaam Kyun Hui"

The Soul of Objects In the hush between heartbeats, objects whisper their forgotten sorrows. A rusted key remembers a home, a broken cup mourns the warmth it once held. These verses breathe into the inanimate, giving soul to silence, grief to glass, and love to lifelessness. Every poem - a heartbeat of something that never spoke, but always felt. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of quotations in a book review.