Description of the story

Note: This story is in Roman urdu language.

Kitne Ajeeb hote he na insaan bhi jo Sacchi Mohabbat karta he usko Fizool samjha jata he or jo jhuti Mohabbat karta he uske piche bhagte he.

Aisi hi ek kahani he Amna ki jisne sirf ek galti ki waja se apni sabse khaas chiz kho di thi.

The story is about friendship, attachment, love, cheat, mistake and realization.

♡ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴꜰᴜʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴏɴᴇꜱɪᴅᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ♡

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑

~𝑨𝒎𝒏𝒂

~𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒓
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"𝐀𝐢𝐤 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐪𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐞"

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"Kya unko sach me mujhse kabhi Mohabbat hui hi nhi"

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"Tum jabse meri zindagi me aayi ho tumne mujhe sirf or sirf taqleef or pareshaniya di he iske siwa kuch nahi"

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"Wo tumhe dhokha de dega yaad rakhna meri baat ko"

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"Kyu fikar karti ho me hamesha rahunga apke sath."

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"Kaha ho yaar?"

Usne kuch narazgi se kaha

"Apke dil me"

Usne sanjidgi se kaha

"Accha ji, par me to nahi hu apke dil me"

Usne dhimi awaaz me kaha

"Are aap to dil me dimag me fefdo me sab jagah aap hi ho"

Wo dono ab hasne lage.

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"Me sach keh rahi hu mene aisa kuch nahi kiya"

Wo rote hue bol rahi thi

"Wo to mujhe sab pata he kisne kya kiya he, apne ye jhuthe kisse apne pass rakho. Wese bhi baate banane me to tum mahir ho"

Wo gusse me bola

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"Nikah padh liya he to jao apne shohar ke pass yaha mujhe kyu pareshan kar rahi ho"

"Yaad aa rahi thi bass"

Usne rote hue andaaz me kaha.

"Koi zarurat nahi mujhe yaad karne ki, apne shohar ko yaad karo"

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