Novel In Urdu Love Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

maybe not just friends more than friends but less than a couple! I knew one thing from a very young age I wanted a love story of my own like my parents. My parents' story was quite fascinating for me. My father fall in love with my mother in Delhi when he was going to the "Supreme Court" for some work. Back then my mother was a school teacher at a school in Delhi. They met in a restaurant in Delhi, the place was crowded at that time my mother was waiting for Malhotra uncle and my father was waiting for his colleague. Apparently, only one table was available at that time and there was raining outside so, they had to share a table and Baba started the conversation with Ma, Ma was nervous at fi

This is my first English novel and has a grammar mistake and two Pov's in a single chapter. Read at your own will but I gurantee you if you ignore the mistake then you will love the plot and how the story will go. This novel is full of suspense, Romance, Thrill and amazing twist. You all will loved it. Again I'm repeating please ignore grammatical mistakes and this story has many Pov's. Its not a long story. You all will loved it.

He kissed my eyes and stated in teasing tone, " You would always cry whenever I call you as fool.. But, most of the time, you are behaving like a fool.. Stupid gundu.. I planned to marry you again because you always stated that to marry beautiful and attractive girl.. Therefore, I thought to marry you again to make you understand you are most beautiful and attractive girl for me in this whole world.." After hearing his words, I felt like I had achieved all the happiness in my life and cried in happiness.. He looked at me with worried expression and spoke out in sad tone, " Don't cry gundu.. I can't see you tears.." I nodded happily and held his face and brought his face close to my lips and

asked Maryam, her eyes wide as she was curious to know who Amir is. "Kashmir's first love." Joyce said. "Really?!" said Fatima. "Tell us about your first love, girl." Fatima giggled while asking Kashmir to tell her story. "I met Amir in Landgraaf because of an incident at the ski resort." she said. "What happened there?" Fatima asked, she was excited to hear the whole story. "You eat while I tell the story" Kashmir pointed at the food at the table. She began telling them the story while they ate and she told them every detail as if it just happened today, she still remembers it vividly.

I decided to make a romance novel about a girl that left on her wedding day to pursue her dreams and after a long time will meet again her past lover. I’m really excited about this plot. I think it will be popular for girls and will be inspirational for them. They can learn life lesson, and can be prepared of what to choose over their dreams or love in the future. Love is unpredictable anyway. Maybe we can learn from this story but we all have different destiny. I hope Ms. Amanda will approved my story. I really hope so. While I’m waiting for the email of Ms. Amanda, someone approach me. She is a girl with a short hair and with a big eye glasses. She smiled on me and so did I.

She dared not hope for more in fear of being disappointed again. "What will you do now?" He wondered. "I am sure there will be someone else to like." She lied. She was not sure. William went back to reading his book. "Is it frightening?" she wondered. "No. It is sad." He seemed so engrossed in it and read it with a frown on his face. Angelica was becoming too curious, but didn't want to interrupt him. When he finally fell asleep she took the book and began to read it. It was about a man and a monster. Both trapped in the same body. Both being each other's companions in sorrow and pain. The man was tortured. He didn't want to be with the monster that kept growing inside his body and having mo

“Maa, have you tried Chains of Desires by the same author? If you loved this one, there are so many others you’d enjoy!” Crystal’s face lit up at the suggestion. The two quickly dived into an animated discussion about their favourite books by the author, sharing thoughts on the characters, heart-wrenching plots, and the sheer emotional depth of the stories. As their conversation deepened, Crystal found herself surprised and delighted by Arielle’s passion for literature. For the first time, Crystal saw a side of her daughter-in-law that she hadn’t fully appreciated before. Arielle’s perspective and insight gave new depth to the story she was reading, making her appreciate it even more.

She replied. “Do not lie to me, girl. You are going for the match, are you not?” She held her hand tightly. “Am I not supposed to?” Sara asked her. “You are not to leave this house!” Aunt Sara turned to leave. “But if I win first place I can ask the forfeiter for a lot of money and we can pay the debts we owe to the duke you wanted to sell me off to,” Sara spoke. Aunt Mary turned around. “Don’t you dare?” She shouted. “Many girls are married to poor husbands who cannot take care of them and I am giving you an advantage of being a mistress to the most eligible person but you take it as if I am committing a crime,” She replies.

Just like that, tears came streaming down my cheeks. "There's so much I never told you," I choked out. I went on, "I spent two years trying to win Declan over. However, once we were together, I found out he was in love with someone else. "Her name is Beatrice Porter, and she's his first love. All those years, I'd never seen her. I kept thinking maybe I still had a chance. "Then, one day, I was cleaning up his study and accidentally knocked over a wooden sculpture on his desk. He shoved me away and told me I wasn't allowed in there anymore. That was when I noticed the name 'Beatrice' carved into the base."