Originally posted by: titli4love
Asad is suicidial???wow!😆
plz carry on...don't stop.
plz PM me when u will update..
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Originally posted by: titli4love
Asad is suicidial???wow!😆
plz carry on...don't stop.
plz PM me when u will update..
I'm in year 12 right now. And I write like a small year 2 who is brainily impaired.
Well, I live in the country area, so that explains it. Some of it.
Without further ado, here I present, CHAPTAH 1.
Of the most stupid story in history.
By the way, the people that are telling me that I should put more Urdu in my writing, lemme tell you loves, I cant speak mah own mother tongue( Punjabi) correctly.
How am I meant to know how to use Urdu? 🤣
Lol, I'm trying. Any good websites I can use to learn urdu?
Please?
Oh, here ya go.
Asads not suicidal. Yet
This is like a chapter before the bomb explodes, then everything goes haywire.
Chapter 1
The cup of bitter, black coffee that was placed snugly in his hands was long forgotten; the bearer was lost in his own made-up world.
A world filled with love, bliss, colour, and above all, Zoya.
A world in which where the both of them would have their own happily ever after.
Together.
But unfortunately, he was the unlucky one.
The one who had to give up his own happiness for other people.
The one who sacrificed everything, for nothing except happiness.
Not for him.
But for others.
And that's what he did.
Sacrificed the one person he needed the most.
The one he depended on the most.
A bird fluttering against the windowsill shook Asad out of his reverie.
Sighing, he put his cup onto the table beside him, and got up to start the night.
A night filled with nightmares. Just like the way it was.
Before she came crashing into his life.
***
"Zoya, Zo-oy-a"
A melodic voice broke the silence of the night.
Who is this, in the middle of the goddamn night, seriously!!!
Must be him. She thought, rolling to the edge of the bed, sitting up.
Zoya furiously rubbed at her eyes and pried them open, and went out to the window.
"Are you gonna just stare at me or actually let me in?"
Still a tad disorientated from just waking up, Zoya shakily opened the latch, and greeted the young man, albeit not so politely.
"whaddiyawant?" she irritably mumbled at him, watching as he jumped in from outside, rough patches of dirt clinging to his shaggy clothes.
"Well," he spoke, shaking his head back and forth like a dog with fleas.
" I wanted to say goodnight. My phone died, and you don't have that land- errr, land what?"
"landline."
"Yeah, that landline stuff, you don't have that, so I walked here, yes, ALL the way, to say goodnight." Ayaan finished off, a twinkle in his eye.
But he knew, and she knew, that they both knew the exact reason why he was here.
Ever since she had left the Khan residence, Ayaan had been with her. He helped, got her a decent-ish place to live in (if you can call a one bedroom house right next to the dump decent), and got her a part time job.
Babysitting.
What she liked the most.
Zoya snapped out of her trance as she heard Ayaan say his name. Well, not exactly his name, but close.
She had to stop.
So she stood there, waiting patiently for Ayaan to finish his talk.
"-And then I met Bhaijaan and he gave me this kick-ass motorbike, even better than the last one. But I do think all that work is getting into is head. He looks so tired, that poor fellah, I want to help him but I'm too stupid," Ayaan kept on babbling on, and Zoya, paying no attention, thought she could fall asleep then and there.
Ayaan noticed her drooping figure, and so he gently nudged Zoya on her bed, mumbled a small goodnight, and walked towards the window.
When she's actually going to admit she loves him?
Ayaan softly chuckled, and went off into the now, silent night again.
I have now realized that because I cant write more than 500 words at once, this might turn into a FF. 🤣 I get distracted too easily.
S'535 words this time. 🤣
I blame a certain British –Irish boy band.
And a British gingah lad. ( Ed Sheeran)
Originally posted by: MisHumptyDumpty
Haaaiyee, tussi great hoo!!!👏 👏 Changi hai jii 😳 ! Continue karoo!! 😆 😉Chak de Phaattee! 😆 😆
teach me Punjabi, tenu jinni andi hai :P i will teach you urdu, menu jinndii aandii hai 😆 😆
Originally posted by: Monu_Deewani
RES
An update so soon ? LOVELY ! :DUNRESWaa-aaa-OFor one sec, I thought that was Asad outside the window...yea go on -> 🤣But seriously, you've described him perfectly...and beautifully (:NO FRIGGIN WAY ?! You're only TWELVE ?! *360 degrees and a THUD*I'm so proud of you man !! I loved the update, albeit it was short 😆But I can understand..and if I get short regular updates over a longer span of time,Well hallelujah ! What more need I ask for ?! Superb work dear ! ⭐️@A - Mennu bhi urdu seekhni hai !!
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