Yaar E Sitam Novels & Stories

Aarya I stood in the serene pack cemetery, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the surrounding trees. Little Om, dressed in his adorable baby boss onesie gifted by Scott, wiggled in my arms as I pointed to the plaques dedicated to my departed family members. “This is Nanu (maternal grandpa), Nani (maternal grandma), and both your Mamu (maternal uncles). And this is where your uncle Scott is,” I said softly, my voice filled with sorrow and warmth.

It was a message from Vyan. @adams_vyan : Hey Ayah :) @ayah_rchrds : Hey @adams_vyan : R u free tmrw evng? @ayah_rchrds : Don't know yet. Y ? @adams_vyan : Shall v go out for a coffee ? @ayah_rchrds : Fine. I'll come. @adams_vyan : Starbucks near school at 4. @ayah_rchrds : Ok. Bye. @adams_vyan : Take care.

Shayari said immediately "You know Tara, I am so happy that you want to know me. You will love me. I know that. You know when I was a teen I met a girl. Her name was Sitara. I used to call her Tara. She was so cute with her smile and two pig tails. She was 2 years younger than me. I was 16 and she was 14 at that time. We became friends very fast. And I fell in love with her. She also loved me. On her 18th birthday I thought of proposing to her for marriage. I was waiting for her in the park where we used to meet daily. There was not a day when we did not meet. But that day she did not come. I waited but she never came. I went to her house and it was locked. I was so tense about her. I waited

Akshita said but this time instead of replying with words he stood up picking up a rock from the side. ( But why? We did this much right? Then we'll be able to do it. You can do it Aaryan. ) "SAAR POODUNGA MEH TERA, CHUP BETH EKDUM CH***A AURAT. AABHI GYAN PELA NA TOH YEH PATHAR - TERA SAR OR BICHMEI KOI NAI!!!" ( I'll burst your head open now. Shut your mouth and sit down stupid woman. If you dare to speak a word then this stone and your head would not be apart from anyone's orders. )

Author's pov Aryaman is sitting in his room with a bottle of champagne. It's his daily routine after his engagement. He was doing what he do always but suddenly a very Angry Aayansh entered his wing With Virat and Anaita hot on his trail. "Aayansh listen to me you should come later you're not in your mind," Virat says trying to calm him down "seriously Virat after every thing and hearing it with your own ears you are saying to calm me down? Are you even listening to yourself?" Aayansh screamed on him

Nitra spoke. “Now be a good boy that you are and let me dress you up, today is Aaira’s birthday we have to go to Aarav uncles house.” Vikram spoke.(Aaira is Aarav and Saira’s daughter) “Yay but I forgot her gift.” Vihaan spoke. “Oh don’t worry baby I will get it, you get ready.” Nitra spoke, giving trousers to Vikram who made Vihaan lay on the couch to get him ready.

Chunar mein iski, Sitaare Saare chamkeele chamkeele chamkeele Kangan mein iske (ho) bahaare Aaj hariyaale, hariyaale, hariyaale Navrai maajhi laadachi laadachi ga Avad hila chandrachi chandrachi ga Navrai maajhi navsaachee navsaachee ga Apsara jashi indrachi indrachi ga... ga... ga... ga!: D Sunyoji isko, Rakhyo jatan se O Badi naazuk hain naazuk hain naazuk kali hai anmol... kali hai anmol... Aaoji aao... thumkha lagaoon... Zara behako ji behako ji behako

" Good morning Sahil... " " Hey Samar, I am going out in the evening, would you like to come? " " Oh !!! Mitali?? " Samar raised his eyebrows and I smiled a bit. " Who is Mitali?? " Sagar asked me too quickly. " My date for tonight... " I said. " But Sahil.. how can you go on a date?? " " Why?? Why can't I go on a date? " I asked him. He was so surprised to hear that.

Sita cupped her face with lots of live-in her eyes for Axita. "You are always the same. Caring, loving and supportive," Axita couldn't stop her tears, then ran over her cheeks. "Akki," Siya pressed her lips in a thin line to make her realize she is present here. And she is just like her mother. "Are you happy for Keya and Bhai?" Axita asked after getting fresh and drinking water.

⁠ AYANA: “Wi​ll y⁠o‍u tak‍e pictures? So‍ I can see?‌” AMON: “‌L‌ots of pictures. Now, I ha‌ve⁠ to go back to Mama. J‍jajja is h​ere with yo‌u. You’‍re safe.” ‌AYA⁠NA: “Tell Mam‌a I love her. T‍all baby," I’m th‌ei⁠r big sister.” AMON kisses h‌er forehead and runs back to the ele⁠vato‍r. When he returns to the mater⁠nity wa‍rd, SARA‍H is in transition—the hardest⁠ phase of la⁠bor, overwhelming pain.]