Farhat Ishtiaq Urdu

Twisted Desire By Atom Moeez had it all—until she left. Now, standing beneath the same moon that once witnessed their laughter, he’s haunted by memories he can’t escape. As his heart pulls him back, he fights to find a way forward. But some echoes are too strong to ignore. Note: The usage of Urdu/Hindi for the dialogs is just because of the origin.

The "Imran Series" by Ibn-e-Safi is a renowned collection of Urdu spy novels, centered around the character Ali Imran, a secret agent working for the secret service of an unnamed country. The series, started in the early 1950s, blends elements of mystery, adventure, and humor, creating a unique and captivating narrative style. Ali Imran, the protagonist, is portrayed as a deceptively goofy and frivolous character, often underestimated by his adversaries due to his seemingly inept behavior. However, beneath this facade lies a brilliant and cunning mind, making him an exceptional detective and spy. Imran operates under various aliases and employs an eclectic team of assistants to tackle criminal masterminds, thwart espionage plots, and unravel complex mysteries. The series features a rich array of recurring characters, including Imran's loyal sidekicks like Joseph Mugonda, a strongman with a gentle heart, and the beautiful yet deadly Julia. Each novel introduces readers to new villains and intricate plots, keeping the stories fresh and engaging. The blend of action, intrigue, and humor, along with Safi's vivid and witty writing, has earned the "Imran Series" a cherished place in South Asian literature, continuing to captivate readers across generations. Disclaimer: I'm not the writer of this series. The original writer was actually "Asrar Ahmed" and he wrote this beautiful series of novels by the alias of "Ibn-e-Safi" (1928-1980). The original series was in Urdu language. I'm a big fan of "Ibn-e-Safi" and "Imran Series". I wanted to bring this series to global readers, so I am translating it into English and putting it on this large platform.

Urdu Poems

"I was just falling deep in his love his love was maze but still i want to be in it, his love was dangerous still i want to drown in it he is dangerous said my inner soul but still i want him "

"Iam unique." I give him a confused look with frown on my face but he return his innocent stare at me and said, " What are you looking at unique things are always single. You know why?" I just shrugged my shoulder and give him a small node," You know Moon and Sun is unique because they are single hahaha." I just scoff at his joke sometimes he is little ridiculously idiot but what I like about him is that he make everyone one around him smile.

On 14 August 1947 (27th of Ramadan in 1366 of the Islamic Calendar) Pakistan gained independence. India gained independence the following day. Two of the provinces of British India, Punjab and Bengal, were divided along religious lines by the Radcliffe Commission. Lord Mountbatten is alleged to have influenced the Radcliffe Commission to draw the lines in India's favour.[39][40][41] Punjab's mostly Muslim western part went to Pakistan and its mostly Hindu and Sikh eastern part went to India, but there were significant Muslim minorities in Punjab's eastern section and light Hindus and Sikhs minorities living in Punjab's western areas. There was no conception that population transfers would be necessary because of the partitioning. Religious minorities were expected to stay put in the states they found themselves residing in. However, an exception was made for Punjab which did not apply to other provinces.[42][43] Intense communal rioting in the Punjab forced the governments of India and Pakistan to agree to a forced population exchange of Muslim and Hindu/Sikh minorities living in Punjab. After this population exchange only a few thousand low-caste Hindus remained in Pakistani Punjab and only a tiny Muslim population remained in the town of Malerkotla in India's part of Punjab.[44] Political scientist Ishtiaq Ahmed says that although Muslims started the violence in Punjab, by the end of 1947 more Muslims had been killed by Hindus and Sikhs in East Punjab than the number of Hindus and Sikhs who had been killed by Muslims in West Punjab.[45][46][47] Nehru wrote to Gandhi on 22 August that up to then, twice as many Muslims had been killed in East Punjab than Hindus and Sikhs in West Punjab.[48] More than ten million people migrated across the new borders and between 200,000 and 2,000,000[49][50][51][52] people died in the spate of communal violence in the Punjab in what some scholars have described as a 'retributive genocide' between the religions.[53] The Pakistani government claimed that 50,000 Muslim women were abducted and raped by Hindu and Sikh men and similarly the Indian government claimed that Muslims abducted and raped 33,000 Hindu and Sikh women.[54][55][56] The two governments agreed to repatriate abducted women and thousands of Hindu, Sikh and Muslim women were repatriated to their families in the 1950s. The dispute over Kashmir escalated into the first war between India and Pakistan. With the assistance of the United Nations (UN) the war was ended but it became the Kashmir dispute, unresolved as of 2021.

A horrible love story between a prince and a university girl . Completely based on love and how a love turn into a hatred

Do Gaz Zameen Urdu Novel by Rana Zahid Hussain. Urdu Novel: Do Gaz Zameen Writer: Rana Zahid Hussain

Impossible is nothing to a heart willing

(THIS BOOK IS ON HOLD, I MIGHT CONTINUE WRITING THIS BOOK AFTER COMPLETING MY CURRENT ONES) THANKS They force me to seat on the broken chair in the darkroom that can hardly lift my weight, except a yellow light bulb, I can't even see their faces as they started to questions and answers with me that obviously, I don't understand. For a moment, I feel like I am in the jail of Pakistan as they are speaking Urdu or maybe Arabian from their accents. But How I came here? As I refused to let out a single word from my mouth because I failed to reckon their language and I received uncountable punches and slaps in return. 'I will give you water and food if you behaved nicely' one of them said, even I can't see his face I can say he is their general from his clothes and finally, I got someone smart here who knows my language. "Fine, I want water first" I replied while trying to stay conscious as I gulp the whole jar of water within minutes. Name? "Jared Alberto" Age? "32" Height? "6.2" Eye color? "green, but I don't think its matters" 'It does, Alien' (Why the fuck they are calling me alien?) Are you married? " Not yet but I have a beautiful fiancee" Where are you from? "My family belongs to Italy but I live in America for more than a decade...I guess" Where this place exits? "Like Seriously, guys? *laughs* It's on Earth " As I joke of them, again, I reserve the tight punch on my jaw, I slightly spit the blood from my mouth. 'Shut the fuck up and just answer our questions, Alien!!' He yelled at me. "For god's sake stop calling me alien, I am human from planet Earth just like you all" I rudely spat as they laugh crazily at me. 'No planet with that name exists in our world ' he replies and my jaw dropped on the ground in confusion. Where I put myself in? Who are they and what they want from me? ************** I am thirty-two years old Jared Alberto, My family belongs to one of the richest and famous families of Italy, and I grow up in complete luxuries, When I was a kid, I was very fond of video games soon it becomes my passion than a profession means my career. After the years of struggle I owned the world's most popular video game company Jared Alberto entertainment after my name, of course, no one supported me in my ideas not even my parents but year's of dedication and self believe made me who I am today. A billionaire. But one day I found My enemy company developed the game that can be played on Xbox as well and soon it becomes popular among teenagers. I got frustrated, I needed to do something so I decided to build the game that no one can ever think of, it took me few months and I created such a game but during the launch party, one of my team members said there are some troubles in the game and My one silly mistake and I came inside of my video game that the first thought I got. Or I mistakenly created the device that sent me to another universe? but the main problem is I am stuck here.

(This story is only for Hindi or Urdu speaking people.) This story is about the boy who once got the mysterious sim-card and how his life got completely changed.

Writting urdu poetry

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LANGUAGE: English