| Novel Name: | Neelama Sitara |
| Writer: | Qamrosh Ashok |
| Category: | Forced Marriage |
Most Attractive Sneak Peak Of Neelama Sitara By Qamrosh Ashok
'"This is your introduction... Take it." Satara looked up and saw Fakhr Alam's outstretched hand. A white colored paper was on his broad palm. After looking at the white paper with questioning eyes, Satara looked at Fakhr Alam in a state of confusion... There was something in the black ink that made Satara feel like it was pulling her heart...
"Read it..." Fakhr Alam said a little harshly, and Satara picked up the paper with trembling hands...
"Now open it and read it." The same harsh manner.
When Satara opened the white paper, it felt like the entire roof of the house had collapsed on her head. This was the same paper, or rather, the letter that the Raja had given her the last time, but how did it end up with Fakhr Alam???
The more she thought, the more her mind began to race...
"I said read it." He roared softly. Satara was terribly frightened by the lion-like roar and roar. An ocean was filling my eyes.
"Love...or...Piya...R...R...Y...S...S...T...Ra"
"Stop it... " Fakhr Alam shouted loudly.
While staring, he raised his index finger and warned. Sitara was frightened and became even more withdrawn...
Don't be so stubborn, read it the way you read it the first time..." Fakhr Alam glared angrily and raised his index finger and warned...
"Dear Sitara...This cruel society will not let us meet. I love you very much. I want you with all my heart and soul. If I don't meet you, I will die and I know that this is your situation too. So why don't we run away? We will hide from these people in this world and make our own new world. Your beloved...W...Wala...R...Raja will tell you very soon when we will leave everyone far away from here. "The king of his queen..." With trembling lips and watery eyes, Satara read the letter from Raja...
She raised her eyes filled with oceans of fear. Then, the seriousness, hardness, and hatred that had been on Alam's face for ages were gone, and perhaps Fakhr Alam's restraint and patience had paid off. He slapped Satara's cheek with a feminine slap, leaving four red fingers imprinted on her cheek...
She could not bear Fakhr Alam's blow and staggered to one side. Fakhr Alam held her arm and pulled her towards him with a jerk, pulling her towards him, and she was drawn to him while pulling him...
"I have kept my feelings, my love, for you, for you, I have never thought of betraying you, I have never looked up at any other girl, because in my heart, in my eyes, only your face was your reflection, this heart was filled with your love, I had hidden all my feelings, all my love for you in the corner of my heart, that today, on this day, Everything...you...but I will make it clear that your dreams were adorned in those eyes, which were to be fulfilled today, but you ended everything...you trampled my love, my pure emotions under your feet, you ruthlessly tore the dreams of your love from my eyes. You made a joke of me...Today it seems as if my own conscience, my love, is laughing at me...laughing and the reason for all this is only one existence and that is your existence... "The grip of those strong fingers on my arm had become even tighter...
"I have come to hate you, your existence. I feel disgusted by your existence, everything is disgusting, with that face of yours, you have shattered my trust, confidence, trust, belief, everything has been crushed to pieces... "With as much force as Fakhr Alam had grabbed her and pulled her towards him, Fakhr Alam had separated Satara from him with a much greater force, as the back of the crown had hit her head, causing her to groan..."
But more painful than this pain was the pain that came from Fakhr Alam's lips, which had pierced his heart like a spear, leaving it wounded.... What did Fakhr Alam think of her and what did she become? She was probably not even the dust of his feet. She had committed such a serious mistake that there was no compensation or forgiveness, only punishment...
"And one more thing," Fakhr Alam had stood up. He turned back and bent down to look into those starry eyes... where now they were neither as bright as before nor did they have the same...
"I will dispel one of your misconceptions, Raja was taking you to Karachi to sell, not to build a house with you. Foolish girls like you are like a wanderer like Raja. They make people rich, they make them rich. If I had not kept an eye on you, today you would not have become a bride in front of me in this red dress in my bedroom, but you would have been entertaining someone in a hotel room, becoming an ornament in some beautiful market, dancing in front of the corrupt nobles with garlands tied around their feet, making them happy. "And then Fakhr Alam did not stop and left from there...
How much abuse had been given to her that she herself was feeling disgusted with her own existence. She was feeling dirty with her own existence. The garlands she had adorned herself with, the bangles on her hands, the anklets on her feet, the jhumka tied on her forehead, the garlands around her neck, the ornaments that were adorned on her body. It seemed that many snakes, every kind of insect, was clinging to her body, crawling in her pores like termites, scratching her, eating her...
Sitara cried and tore off each and every ornament and threw it away. What had become of her??? The bitter truth of Fakhr had plunged her into such a deep abyss. She had lost her own dignity, her place, her status with her own hands. She had lost her own honor, her dignity, her own femininity with her own hands. She had lost her own honor, her own dignity, her own femininity with her own hands.
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Introduction Of Novel
Neelama Sitara is an emotional and moral-based Urdu novel centered around love, honor, and destiny. The story follows Neelama, a young, innocent girl who falls in love with someone and secretly writes letters to him, expressing her heart’s feelings. Her life takes an unexpected turn when those letters accidentally reach Fakhar Alam, a respectable and proud man.
When Fakhar Alam discovers the letters, he becomes furious, considering Neelama’s actions a matter of shame for her family’s honor. Later, Neelama decides to go to Karachi to meet her beloved, but Fakhar Alam finds out about her plan. In anger, he confronts her, slaps her, and to protect her izzat (honor) from being destroyed in society’s eyes, he marries her on the spot.
The story beautifully unfolds the emotional journey of two people brought together by fate — one out of duty and honor, the other torn between love and regret. Over time, Fakhar Alam begins to realize Neelama’s innocence and purity, and what began as a forced marriage slowly turns into a bond of understanding and love
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