Miserable Urdu Meaning Novels & Stories

every night my spirit is entangled within the fangs of bitterness, my strength ebbs away at the ticking of the time, I am most miserable of all men, even more miserable than the beast of the field, my light has become a great darkness, happiness no longer comes to my dwelling place, I have only taken a place to live, which will definitely be filled up some days when I had made it empty, if I am denied the joy of my life, the only thing that should parch a smile to my face in this vile world of

A man is, shown talking over the phone better say shouting at his PA Mishra (poor Mishra, he knows his boss and his anger, his boss never takes no for an answer, and now when he told him the deal was slipping from their hand, he knew he awakens the Devil) Mishra was brought back from his thoughts by his boss deep voice "ᴍɪsʜʀᴀ, ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ Ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴀᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴄᴏsᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ Ғᴀɪʟ �

He has the sweetest and fun loving aura . " And what about your boss Saad ?" The moment I asked her smile vanished and a bitter sour expression took place. " Still like a bitter gourd, " she said . " Meerab how many times I have to tell you not to speak bad about anyone " I scolded her , I don't know when this girl will ever understand . " Have you seen him ??? Di …..he is as sour as bitter gourd trust me " she explained dramatically .

I walked towards her "listen keep smiling so that Mama doesn't doubt that you are acting" So evil-minded she is! I thought she was happy to see me here. We went inside the orphanage and I was stunned, this house doesn't look like an orphanage. I mean it's so huge and has a living room, dining and kitchen like the other normal houses. "Mama look who came to visit us" she shouted, I feel my ears are bleeding. 'Dikhti billi hai par daharti sher ki tarha hay ' (A saying in Hindi/Urdu)

To the left of the hut stood a crude looking kitchen with a little candle burning within. To those who lived in Vermissa, the poverty suffered by the occupants of this home was an unbelievable crisis. Vermissa valley, also known as the coal and iron district was a place predominated by willing, hardworking, well to do individuals, that the sight of a poor fellow gave rise to wonder and sometimes gossip in all the area.

Myra said, looking at her Choti Maa, who had tears in her eyes. "It's the tears of happiness," Mradula said, pouting. Meharbani jaate jaate mujh pe kar gaya Ghuzarta sa lamha ek daman bhar gaya Tere nazara mila, roshan sitara mila Taqdeer ki kashtiyon ko kinara mila Sadiyon se tarse hain jaisi zindagi ke liye Teri sohbat mein duayein hain usi ke liye

I asked Ranvijay. "Nothing. Just don't speak in Hindi. Sometimes I forget my own learnt Hindi by hearing yours." "You can't appreciate anyone. Right?" I was really pissed off. "I can but not someone who speaks such disastrous Hindi like "thar Phaye ``,khya ``,'''deal `` etc. It's "tar paye" means tormenting, not "thar Phaye". We don't need Thor from Marvel DC among us. It's "kya” means what not "khya".

I hated myself for not being able to give back the love he offered for me without asking in return. I hated myself for making both of us miserable. I realized that it was our own decisions that would make us miserable. It was always our choice that would determine tomorrow. I removed my veil and threw it on the side for me to clearly see my parents, my friends, and Aae. I ignored everyone's existence and focused my eyes on him. I smiled at him before bowing my head to express how grateful I was. I prayed that soon enough, he would find the girl who would love him more than he could.

Or worse. *****

He poured out his heart. ‘Me mudda, me fadda, me brudda, me sista, dey don’t have nothin’. Not a one ting. Me village is empty of all money and is only hunga an’ war. So, ah come here. You look afta me Mis Lala, but you, you, (he thought of a phrase the English used in scorn) tek da piss! Ah’m sorry I tek de money.’