Miserable Urdu Meaning Novels & Stories

The mere thought of it depressed her. Anywhere in the world, a pregnant unmarried woman would be treated as a pariah. She would be rejected by society, she would be subjected to hostility and ill-treatment. Even worse for one without a protector. All doors would be closed and there was no chance to get a decent job or make a living. In the end, such women of ill repute was left with no other choice but selling sexual favor to degenerate men.

“I can wish for anything I want except one thing, to kill my prime because it’s against the rules.” “Wow, does your last name really men misfortune?” asked Kariya. “Yep Petragram means misfortune.” Said Merek Dad’s name is Absol for absolute misfortune, if he touches you, you will be cursed with misfortune, mom’s name is Dedria for misfortune of death if she gets mad she can drain you of your life force, Sacre’s name means secret misfortune and my name means dark misfortune, but I don’t want to be called that, I hate that name, I want to be called Dream Chaser.”

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.

( What the hell) Noor spoke with disgust in her eyes and tone. Arman smirked and put her hands beside her on the door, holding them tightly. ' yeh badtameezi hai or Jo tum kerrahi ho wo kuch nahi?'. ( It's badtameezi and what's that, that you are doing?). Noor was confused, what did he mean?. She thought. And so voiced out her thought. ' Kiya Matlab? Or chorain mujhe'. ( What do you mean?, And leave me)

he muttered, letting Kazuma process all that he just said before. All his life he had been through stages and even wished if he wasn't brought into this word. he has lost everyone he had loved, including his parents and now his son life was been on the line. if only he could grab that witch and ripped her apart, as his blood seemed to be boiling skyrocketedly under his skin, that was the only way now he whispered under his breathe before opening his mouth to further the conversation.. please remember to give an honest review in the comment section, so that I'll improve and do better in my next chapter. I'm very grateful to you for talking you time to read my writing, thanks and lots of love

, I shouted with a long sob. "Surely, I own my little Mihu but not this Mihra who is already taken by another man. I am nothing but a burden to her life, to this inexistent marriage and now I freed her from this miserable forever.", he said every word so painfully and my heart ached in pain. "I am so sorry Abhi...I am nothing but an unlucky bitch who failed to understand a gem like you. I wish I was the same little Mihu whom you loved like she was your life.", I paused, hiccuping in my tears.

Urshia shook her head and left the room, disappointment marring her features. Suhayr felt like she was slapped in the face by someone she never thought would. Urshia never spoke to her like that, it's either she was soft or indirect but never so straight and truth filled. The woman is too nice and kind for her own good which is something Suhayr always adore but even the nicest sometimes have to break if they are hit hard. The disappointment dripped from each word she spoke, she didn't like that thing.

Na shiga ukwu He quickly open the gate wide " am beri sori oga, sori oga( am very sorry oga). I no no say na you madam say make I open door for, sori oga" Mansir shot him a death glare " you better not repeat that next time, if not, you will lose your job" Upon hearing this , the gateman quickly went down on his knees " forgive me oga, I no go do am again. No tell madam, please no vex" " stupid old fool" muttered mansir. " Get up and show me the way"

she hiccupped, "uss ney muj sei shaadi kr li," (He married me) The ground slipped under his feet. His mouth hung open with surprise. His ears began to ring with a deafening ringing voice. All the color drained from her face. Her words echoed continuously in his mind. 'Uss ney muj sei shaadi kr li' (He married me) 'Zahra mje kabhi chorna mat' (Zahra never leave me) 'Kabhi nahi kabhi bhi nahi' (Never, never ever)

That I am in a movie acting or watching a soap opera, but I think I should brace this bittersweet fact: The Mazur’s are not honorable people like I thought. They don’t deserve the high praise that the nation accords them. They are monstrous beasts in disguise. They are heartless and insensitive. They are selfish and careless. They don’t have hearts, and if they do, they have stone hearts. They are rotten to their cores.