Bold Urdu Novels & Stories

This is not funny I swear. I slowly squatted down and picked up the paper which is tainted by some red thick liquid. ~ Don’t be confused. It’s me. It’s all my fault. I just want the best, but always ended up failing. I’m not a good person to begin with. I’m not a good mother. And I will never be. Please curse me out for everything. Don’t forgive me. I don’t deserve any. ~

Abhi "ain" likhoon tu soche mujhe Phir "sheen" likhoon teri neend ude Jab "qaaf" likhoon tujhe kuch kuch ho Main "ishq" likhoon tujhe ho jaaye - Abhimanyu Singh Raizada, The Devil (“Ishq” in Urdu can be translated as “Extremely passionate love”. The word Ishq is made up of three letters, “Ain, sheen and qaaf” and these three letters stand for three stages of love.

The Sound of Home. “Bhaijaan (Brother) Uzair!” The two young women at the front practically shrieked his name, using the familiar Urdu endearment reserved only for a brother. Both of them nearly threw themselves at him. Before he could even fully step inside, both of them came rushing toward him like a storm of excitement. Uzair barely had time to react before Sabba threw herself at his arm while Zara immediately started complaining. A smile found its way to his face without effort.

'Dikhti billi hai par daharti sher ki tarha hay ' (A saying in Hindi/Urdu) 'Looks like a cat but roars like a lion' "You?! What are you doing here" Aunty came downstairs and looked at me. "Assalamualaikum" I greeted her, so did she "Walaikumassalam" She smiled and patted my head. Haya eyed me from top to bottom, did I do something wrong?? "Why are you standing? Come sit" Aunty said and I sat on the couch while Aunty & Haya sat on the same couch.

VD replied, and Alex agreed on that. “Your da-do is bad, very, very bad,” Saraya said to Zee, who nodded his head as if he understood everything. “Da-do ba…d,” Zee said, and Saraya nodded her head vigorously. “Yes, he is very…, what’s the Urdu of bad? Chura (large knife)?” Saraya murmured with a frown on her face and eyed Zee. He was gazing at her with a confused look. “Bura/ kharab (bad),” Saraya turned around when she heard Raf from behind.