Mohabbat Ki Adhuri Kahani By Iqra Ali - Episode 1 to 33

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Novel Name:Mohabbat Ki Adhuri Kahani
Writer:Iqra Ali
Category:Forced Marriage

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In the thick darkness of the night, when Ghulam Mustafa knocked loudly on the door of Shabnam's brothel, the dim light of the lamps began to shine from inside. After a while, a thin boy came out, with surprise in his eyes and anxiety on his face. Ghulam Mustafa said in a sharp tone:


"Tell Shabnam, Ghulam Mustafa has come."


The boy looked at his face carefully, then went inside without saying anything. The momentary delay was weighing on Ghulam Mustafa. The police sirens were approaching, and the noise in the air clearly told him that time was running out.


After a while, a tall, thin woman came down the stairs. Her wheatish complexion was even more noticeable in the moonlight. There was a charm in her eyes, and a confident look on her face. She was Shabnam - the beauty of the brothel, whose name was known to every corner of the city. He was not very old, only about twenty-four years old, but circumstances made him look much older than his time.


Ghulam Mustafa glanced at Zainab, then looked at Shabnam and said:

"This is my trust. Take care of it. I will come to get it back soon."


When these words rang in Zainab's ears, it was as if someone had stabbed her in the heart. She turned around in agony, tears started flowing from her eyes. In anger and helplessness, she grabbed Ghulam Mustafa's collar and shouted:


"Well, this was your promise? This was protection? Tell me! How much did you sell me for?"


Her delicate hands were clenched into fists on Ghulam Mustafa's clothes, her eyes were flooding with tears, and her heart was drowning in poison. Ghulam Mustafa wanted to say something, but the words stuck to his lips. His eyes were lowered, as if he did not have the courage to explain himself.


At that moment, Shabnam stepped forward and grabbed Zainab's arm tightly. There was a strange force in her grip. She pulled Zainab up the stairs and said:

"Come on... don't make a spectacle of yourself here."


Zainab stopped her and said: "No! Don't take me! I can't stay here." But Shabnam's grip was ironclad. She pulled her up and forcibly took her to the room.


The curtains of the door were shaking when the noise of police cars from outside was heard. The loud sounds of sirens came closer and stopped outside the brothel. A few moments later, the street was filled with light and soldiers came running. Ghulam Mustafa cast one last glance towards the window above, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could, the police caught him.


"Hands up! You are all under arrest."


The harsh voices of the soldiers, the clash of fists, and the shouts of Ghulam Mustafa's companions began to echo in the street. Ghulam Mustafa did not resist, he just silently surrendered. Perhaps she had a feeling in her heart that Zainab was now in a safe place—or perhaps the thought that he had broken his promise.


Zainab was standing in the window of the room above, watching everything. Before her eyes, Ghulam Mustafa was being led to the car with his hands tied in his hands. Her heart stopped beating. She slowly bowed her head in a haze of tears.


“This was the end…” she thought to herself. “I thought he was my protector. But in reality… he left me in a brothel.”


Her heart sank. Her sobs echoed in the dark air of the room above. Outside, police cars were carrying Ghulam Mustafa and his companions, and the same colorful light and laughter of life were playing in Shabnam’s brothel.


Zainab’s fate was once again handed over to darkness and uncertainty.

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رات کی گھنی تاریکی میں جب غلام مصطفیٰ نے شبنم کے کوٹھے کے دروازے پر زور سے دستک دی، اندر سے چراغوں کی مدھم روشنی جھلکنے لگی۔ تھوڑی دیر بعد ایک دبلا پتلا لڑکا باہر آیا، آنکھوں میں حیرت اور چہرے پر بےچینی لیے۔ غلام مصطفیٰ نے تیز لہجے میں کہا:

"شبنم سے کہہ دو، غلام مصطفیٰ آیا ہے۔"

لڑکے نے بغور اس کا چہرہ دیکھا، پھر بنا کچھ کہے اندر چلا گیا۔ لمحے لمحے کی تاخیر غلام مصطفیٰ پر بوجھ بن رہی تھی۔ پولیس کے سائرن قریب آ رہے تھے، اور ہوا میں پھیلا شور صاف بتا رہا تھا کہ وقت بہت کم رہ گیا ہے۔

کچھ دیر بعد زینے سے اترتی ہوئی ایک لمبی، دبلی پتلی عورت سامنے آئی۔ اس کی گندمی رنگت چاندنی میں اور بھی نمایاں ہو رہی تھی۔ آنکھوں میں ایک دلکشی تھی، اور چہرے پر بلا کی خود اعتمادی۔ شبنم تھی — کوٹھے کی رونق، جس کے نام سے شہر کا ہر کونا واقف تھا۔ عمر زیادہ نہ تھی، بس چوبیس سال کے لگ بھگ، لیکن حالات نے اسے وقت سے کہیں زیادہ پرانا بنا دیا تھا۔

غلام مصطفیٰ نے ایک نظر زینب کی طرف دیکھا، پھر شبنم کو دیکھ کر بولا:
"یہ میری امانت ہے۔ اس کا خیال رکھنا۔ میں جلد واپس لینے آؤں گا۔"

زینب کے کانوں میں یہ الفاظ گونجے تو اس کے دل پر جیسے کسی نے چاقو مار دیا ہو۔ وہ تڑپ کر پلٹی، آنکھوں سے آنسو برسنے لگے۔ غصے اور بےبسی میں اس نے غلام مصطفیٰ کا گریبان پکڑ لیا اور چیختی ہوئی بولی:

"اچھا تو یہ تھا تمہارا وعدہ؟ یہ تھا تحفظ؟ بولو! کتنے پیسوں میں بیچا ہے تم نے مجھے؟"

اس کے نازک ہاتھ غلام مصطفیٰ کے کپڑوں کو مٹھیوں میں جکڑے ہوئے تھے، آنکھوں سے سیلاب برس رہا تھا، اور دل زہر میں ڈوبا جا رہا تھا۔ غلام مصطفیٰ نے کچھ کہنا چاہا مگر الفاظ اس کے لبوں پر اٹک گئے۔ اس کی نظریں جھک گئیں، جیسے اپنی صفائی دینے کی ہمت نہ ہو۔

اسی لمحے شبنم نے آگے بڑھ کر زینب کا بازو مضبوطی سے پکڑا۔ اس کی گرفت میں عجیب سا جبر تھا۔ وہ زینب کو اوپر زینے کی طرف کھینچتے ہوئے بولی:
"چلو… یہاں تماشا نہ بناؤ۔"

زینب نے روکتے ہوئے کہا: "نہیں! مجھے مت لے جاؤ! میں یہاں نہیں رہ سکتی۔" مگر شبنم کی گرفت فولادی تھی۔ اس نے اسے اوپر کھینچ لیا اور زبردستی کمرے کی طرف لے گئی۔

دروازے کے پردے ہل ہی رہے تھے کہ باہر سے پولیس کی گاڑیوں کا شور بلند ہوا۔ سائرن کی تیز آوازیں قریب آتے آتے کوٹھے کے باہر رک گئیں۔ چند لمحوں بعد گلی روشنی سے بھر گئی اور سپاہی دوڑتے ہوئے آ گئے۔ غلام مصطفیٰ نے ایک آخری نظر اوپر کی کھڑکی کی طرف ڈالی، جیسے کچھ کہنا چاہتا ہو، مگر اس سے پہلے ہی پولیس نے اسے دبوچ لیا۔

"ہاتھ اوپر! تم سب گرفتار ہو۔"

سپاہیوں کی سخت آوازیں، ہتھیڑیوں کی جھڑک، اور غلام مصطفیٰ کے ساتھیوں کی چیخ و پکار گلی میں گونجنے لگی۔ غلام مصطفیٰ نے کوئی مزاحمت نہ کی، بس خاموشی سے گرفتاری دے دی۔ شاید اس کے دل میں یہ احساس تھا کہ زینب اب کسی محفوظ جگہ پر ہے—یا شاید یہ خیال کہ وہ اپنا وعدہ توڑ بیٹھا ہے۔

زینب اوپر کمرے کی کھڑکی میں کھڑی سب دیکھ رہی تھی۔ اس کی آنکھوں کے سامنے غلام مصطفیٰ کو ہتھیڑیوں میں جکڑ کر گاڑی کی طرف لے جایا جا رہا تھا۔ دل کی دھڑکن رک سی گئی۔ آنسوؤں کی دھند میں اس نے دھیرے سے سر جھکا لیا۔

"یہی انجام تھا…" وہ دل میں سوچتی رہی۔ "میں تو سمجھتی تھی کہ وہ میرا محافظ ہے۔ لیکن حقیقت میں… اس نے مجھے ایک کوٹھے پر چھوڑ دیا۔"

اس کا دل ڈوب گیا۔ اوپر کمرے کی اندھیری فضا میں اس کے رونے کی ہچکیاں دب کر گونج رہی تھیں۔ باہر پولیس کی گاڑیاں غلام مصطفیٰ اور اس کے ساتھیوں کو لے کر جا رہی تھیں، اور شبنم کے کوٹھے پر زندگی کی وہی رنگین روشنی اور ہنسی کھیلتی جا رہی تھی۔

زینب کی تقدیر ایک بار پھر اندھیرے اور بےیقینی کے حوالے ہو گئی۔ 

Introduction Of Novel 



Mohabbat Ki Adhuri Kahani is a beautiful yet heartbreaking Urdu novel that revolves around the pain of incomplete love. The story captures the journey of two souls deeply in love but separated by fate, misunderstandings, and circumstances beyond their control. It portrays how love sometimes remains unfulfilled yet unforgettable — a wound that time cannot heal.


The novel highlights emotions like sacrifice, loyalty, regret, and destiny, showing that not every love story ends with union, but every incomplete love leaves a lasting mark on the heart.

HalkiZainab is a young, pure-hearted girl who loses her mother at an early age. Her father remarries a woman named Zakia, who brings her two sons from a previous marriage. Zakia turns out to be cruel and manipulative, treating Zainab more like a servant than a daughter. Despite her young age, Zainab is made to do all the household chores and suffers in silence.


Her father, Jamal Khan, is an elderly, authoritative man, respected in the village for his wealth and status but feared for his temper. When he accidentally notices Zainab’s beauty and innocence, a dark conflict begins inside him — between his conscience and sinful desire. He knows Zainab is young enough to be his daughter, but his heart becomes obsessed with her.

Jamal’s immoral thoughts grow stronger day by day until he confides in Zakia that he wants to marry Zainab himself. Shocked at first, Zakia later agrees — after Jamal offers her money (ten lakh rupees). Out of greed, she sells Zainab’s destiny in exchange for wealth.


Zainab, unaware of this dark plan, continues to live innocently until she hears that her own father wants to marry her. Her world collapses. She pleads, cries, and tries to resist, but her stepmother and father’s power crush her voice



One night, under pressure and deceit, Zainab is dressed as a bride, and a molvi sahib is brought to perform the nikah. Zainab remains silent out of fear — her silence is taken as consent. The marriage takes place between the old Jamal Khan and the young, terrified Zainab.


Her stepmother looks on with satisfaction, believing she has secured both money and control. Jamal Khan feels victorious, unaware that he has destroyed an innocent soul.


After the forced marriage, Zainab’s life becomes unbearable. The emotional trauma, social shame, and inner pain consume her completely. She loses her will to live. One night, unable to bear more humiliation, she ends her life, leaving behind a letter filled with sorrow and unanswered questions.


When Jamal Khan finds her lifeless body, guilt and regret strike him too late. The story ends with his breakdown — the man who had everything loses his peace, respect, and the girl he claimed to love. 

Introduction Of Writer

Iqra Ali is a talented and emerging Urdu novelist known for her emotional, heart-touching, and realistic writing style. Her stories often explore themes of love, heartbreak, destiny, and human emotions. Iqra’s characters are deeply expressive and relatable, reflecting the struggles and sacrifices found in real-life relationships. She has earned a loyal readership through her ability to portray intense emotions and moral lessons within romantic plots.




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