Ghar More Pardesiya Novels & Stories

(If you laugh I feel happy If you feel sad Then I cry, If you go away I feel restless, Just feel it once, It's called love) **** Pyaar tumse hai bata nahi sakte, Haq tumpe jata nahi sakte Kitni bedard hai meri majbooriyaan Manzil saamne hai kadam bada Nahi sakte....... (I can't tell that I love you, I can't say that I have right on you How bad my compulsions are The destination is infront of me

U At the same time kedar and nirmal were returned home after abroad trip ,when they found darsh searching for restaurants to order ragda patties ,kedar stopped him saying he will make it ,. Darsh eyes got wide at this ,nirmal also got a shock as they both never seen kedar in kitchen . He quickly wore apron and started instructing nirmal and darsh for basic preparation after half an hour the pattis was ready . Darsh took the tray to sanjana who was whining while waiting. When she tasted it ,she loved it . To which darsh told her about dadaji cooking this for her to which she got emotional.

Bhai went to the stage and started speaking "so now you guys get ready for the final performance which is going to be performed by the groom's little, cute and annoying sister Ananya " Everyone were shocked that i was going to perform a solo performance but then they started clapping bhai gave me a thumps up. I went on the stage all the lights got dim and spot light was put on me. I closed my eyes took a deep breath then i opened my eyes gave a small smile towards the audience. I was going to perform a classical dance on song 'ghar moore pardesiya'. I started dancing as the song started playing at first i was little nervous but then i picked the steps and everything went in a flow.

Sangeet Night: The evening unfolded in a burst of music and dance during the Sangeet night. The venue resonated with the beats of the dhol and the lively tunes of Punjabi folk songs. Ron and Mahi, dressed in resplendent attire, took center stage, showcasing their dancing prowess. Their Sangeet night was a kaleidoscope of culture, with Ron's family igniting the dance floor with energetic Bhangra performances, while Mahi's relatives showcased the grace of Garba. The venue was transformed into a colorful spectacle with drapes representing the rich hues of both Punjab and Gujarat.

Dekha tujhe, socha tujhe Chaha tujhe, Pooja tujhe Meri khata, meri wafa Teri khata Kutch bhi nahin Maanga khuda se raat din Tere siva Kutch bhi nahin. Ek shaam ki dahleez per Baithe rahe woh der tak Aankhon se ki batain bahut Moonh se kaha Kutch bhi nahin Maanga khuda se raat din Tere siva Kutch bhi nahin. Jis per hamari aankh ne Moti lutaye raat bhar Bheja wohi kagaz tujhe

Pesh-e-khidmat me Nikaah ka paigaan ya Jung ka farman Naazir hai. His loud words with smooth accent echoed the halls and everyone stood up hearing his lines. He was clear with his words as he Gave us two choices Either wedding with Gulaab or a New war. My blood boiled with anger and he smiled looking at me. "We are not afraid of war's but of Invaders. And for them, we proudly sharpen our swords daily" (Yudh se darte nahi hai lekin Ghuspaithiyo se darte hai. Or unke liye hi rojana apni talware paini karte hai)

If it was just about showing off wealth, I had more cars in my garage than he had horses in his stables. “Do you know,” Parshav continued, “our royal kitchens still use recipes passed down through generations? Next time you visit, I’ll have the chefs prepare something special for you.” Oh, please. Was he trying to woo her with food? That’s what he had? Recipes? "Oh, I love Rajasthani food." She smiled at him. Really? I am also Rajasthani for your kind information. “Really?” Parshav continued, “Then you’ll have to try our traditional Rajasthani thali. Our chefs still use recipes passed down for generations.”

She had been in this household since Tazz, Anuj and others were kids, she knew well about them and their tastes, likes and dislikes, she was surprised to see Tazz enter the kitchen as he’d never done that in past, he always waited at the table to be served. “Quick Mrs. Patel, give me some puffed rice, I want to make Poha (an Indian dish for breakfast), also some semolina, I also want to make upma,” he said in an urgent tone while looking out for some carrots, beans, chillies and peanuts “Mr. Jindal," Mrs. Patel was taken aback at the vigour Tazz displayed towards cooking all of a sudden, "why do you fret, I’ll make it right away, please give me fifteen minutes and it will be served at your t

Kabir Pov: When we reached Chandigarh, I was expecting to see some sad environment however the one that I saw was like turning table upside down, my mother in law ancestral mansion was entirely which was situated in near rural area was entirely decorated different shades of marigold flower’s.... what’s more was I was able to see some workers busy building pandals (Tents) and few bring in more varieties of flower’s with bunch of other stuff like musical instruments, big kitchenware and quite a few tables and chairs...

Gulaab POV "Aankhen unki zheel ke jesi hai, Saaf Or gehri, Muskaan unki baadlo ke jesi hai, Ghani or jhuti, Jism unka ghaatiyo ke jesa hai, Vishal or Sthir, Chamak unki taaro ke jesi hai, Kaatil or nasheeli, Mohobbat unki nashe ke jesi hai, Chakle to ek baar fir or ek baar fir"