Jannat K Pattay In Urdu นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She sat down beside him. “Ayaan, come on now, you don’t have to be sad forever. I’m certain Grandma wouldn’t want to see you in this mood for long. Please, cheer up,” Liyana soothed. “Don’t worry, Liya, I’m fine,” Ayaan responded. “Really? Let me ask you a question. Do you know that Karachi is the New Delhi of Pakistan?” she queried and Ayaan smiled. “Everyone knows it is important, but nobody wants to live there,” Ayaan completed and Liyana laughed. “Why was six afraid of seven?” Ayaan asked.

Na wo sajri jawani kahin Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Na toh hasna rumaani kahin Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Na toh khusboo suhani kahin Na toh rangli adayein dekhin Na toh pyari si nadani kahin Jaisa tu hai waisi rehna Jag ghumeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghumeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghumeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghumeya thaare jaisa na koi Baarishon ke mausam ki bheegi hariyali tu Sardiyon mein gaalon pe jo aati hai wo lali tu Raaton ka sukoon... Raaton ka sukoon bhi hai Subah ki azaan hai

Gupta Happy Women's day, my dear beauties! There will be another update, it's a double update day <3 (in an hour or two)

I finally wore a saree. I came downstairs again after getting dressed, on the way, I met the lady that helped me, she was holding a glass of orange juice and was pointing it directly at me . "Oh! Hi dear, I can see you know how to wear a Saree,". She came and I smiled. We finally introduced ourselves. She told me her name was, Amita guru, sister to, Sanjay and Sameer. I got my head to click, after hearing the same. It would seem Sameer stays here, where on earth can I find him.

I am waiting for you princess . Sunita was busy in her thought when both entered with singing song" tu tu hai wahi dilne jise " one of Sunita's favorite song, Sunita got cleaned up and she was getting ready for roka ( song is in up ), Sunita was ready in her sil beautiful heavy blue saree ,with some makeup . Everyone was admiring her with tears of happiness Kishore, Anju,Vardhans ,Bhuas applied kajal to save her from the devils eyes ( its hindu mythology applying kajal hiding avoids bad eyes ) SURAJ POV :-

Three of them talk with the Dr and Dr ask the name of the ladie sameer was about to say Alia name just than mehak says..... Mehak khan..... Sameer and alia gets shocked listening this.... Than Dr asked father name mehak says Ibrahim khan...... Dr told them to wait outside for some time..... They goes outside..... Sameer ask why you told them wrong name? Jiju you both are unmarried but I am married if any buy chance anyone came to about this and they will see the name they all will think that I obort the child people will never say anything to me because I m

Siddharth asked making Aaryan count the guys leaving the dear ladies behind. "Excuse me who will count us?" Akansha asked frowning. "You guys are too soft to play with us- we don't play on papa ki pari level." Aaryan reasoned making the ladies frown while guys chuckled. ( Daddy's Princess ) "Papa ki pari kon hai idhar? Tere siva or koi dikh nahi rahi mujhe." Akshita said making him scrunch his face. ( Who is daddy's princess here? I don't see anyone except you here. )

Hi Nanuet ,I see you are quite early today ,Patalekah my worst nightmare at the palace, came forward to me with her stupid minions . " Patale lays ladaya waqt min 'ajl harayik , 'ana mashghul hqan , lidha yurjaa aliaibtiead (Patale ,I don't have time for your nonsense so please stay clear I am really busy) I said not even spearing her a glance I don't want to embarrass myself with English. "My name is Patalekah,you idiot and why can't you speak in English ,oh wait I think I know why because you are dumb ,she mocked me and her two stupid friends laughed .

Siya r sorir ta valo nei. (And Namita Di pack Rudra’s lunch and go with them please. Siya isn’t fine.) ‘Arreh Jiya Boudi konobepar na. Ami jachi Siya Boudi oo Siya Boudi ap jaye hum ati hain.’ (Jiya Boudi it’s fine. I am going, Siya Boudi you go I am coming after you.) Siya laughed hearing her broken Hindi. ‘Namita Di ami Bangla ta valoi bujhi.’ (Namita Di, I understand Bengali well.)

she asked suddenly after catching up to Sabba, her words stumbling out nervously the moment she saw him standing there. Almost instantly, her mood dimmed. “Who—? Oh! Uzair bhai?” Sabba chirped casually, completely unaware of the turmoil rising inside her. “Yeah, he’s the one taking us to the boutique. And after that, we’ll be going to Ibn Battuta Mall!” Her excitement only grew as she continued enthusiastically, “And trust me, you are going to love the place. It has six different retail courts, all designed around different themes just waiting to be explored!”