| Novel Name: | Dil e Bereham |
| Writer: | Sahir Writes |
| Category: | Forced Marriage Based Novels |
Most Attractive Sneak Peak Of Dil e Bereham By Sahir Writes
One lakh... I can collect ten Sameeras for that much money." The amount of money that Sameera's friends who were blocking the way outside the room asked for was enough to make Asher, who was in a black sherwani, turn his head.
"Then take a walk on the lawn with these ten Sameeras because we won't let you go inside the room." Shahzain, the mother of all, had threatened him.
"Brother, help me..." Asher had come there and asked Shahnawaz for help.
"What's the problem? Why are you bothering her?" He tried in vain to calm down.
"Do you have any objection?" Shahzain had also silenced him.
"How can I object if you are in front of me? How much money do you want?" She suddenly became a wet pussy, and all the girls were very excited.
"How much money do you have?" A girl asked while looking into her wallet.
"Give it all." This time Shahzeen said this to test her.
"Keep it. It's a matter of home..." She placed the wallet on her outstretched palm without objection.
"Oh wow." All the girls were jealous of Shahzeen's fate.
"Should I go now?" Asher had hers.
"With longing." They all moved away from her.
"Thank you brother." He hugged Shahnawaz and thanked her, and ran inside, opening the door of the room, otherwise who knows, all the girls would have made new demands.
"Oh wow, groom brother has saved a lot of memories." A friend who was inspecting the vault teased her after seeing the picture of Shahzeen there.
"Show me. Hold this. Right. "My husband's earnings are worth a thousand rupees." Taking the wallet from her, Shahzain took the wallet in her custody, handing it over like a pure wife.
"You are a very stingy wife, girl." Seeing her leave the room with her wallet, the group of girls looked at her with angry eyes.
When she returned to the room, Shahnawaz was busy unbuttoning his almond-colored prince's coat. He had worn today's prince's coat keeping in mind the almond color of his wife Huzur's lehenga.
"There was no need to be so generous, by the way." She wrinkled her nose while placing the wallet on the dressing table in front of him.
"I was respecting you, Mrs." He took off his prince's coat and tried to hang it on a hanger, but Shahzain grabbed the hanger and did the job herself.
"Respecting me, come on the road one day." She was hanging the hanger in the closet.
"Coming on the road is also acceptable, but the condition is that you We will walk step by step." He followed her footsteps and came behind her.
"You were not so talkative." He turned and looked into Shahnawaz's eyes filled with emotion.
"You were not so quiet either. You speak, no. Now if I also become silent, we will spend our whole lives as strangers, Mrs. Shahnawaz Ibrahim. I am very obsessive and dangerously serious about the relationships connected to me, so I cannot let our relationship be a victim of silence." While her words were deep, her tone was very quick and light.
"What is our relationship? A sand castle that cannot withstand even a wave." She was in favor of frankness.
"If I tell you that with my effort and sincerity, I want to make this sand castle the glass palace that every girl dreams of, what will your answer be?" She made an unexpected expression, making no effort to destroy the senses of the opponent. She had stopped dreaming.
"I have stopped dreaming." She moved a few steps ahead of his reach, looking around here and there.
"So start dreaming again because I want to fulfill your dream as my duty. I am here to fulfill your dreams madam..." Shahnawaz held her right arm very gently in his left hand and pressed her palm to his chest.
"It always rings at the wrong time." He was terribly angry at the mobile ringing in his shirt pocket, but the smile on his face did not diminish one percent.
"Tell me what you think about this." As soon as his hand was freed from her grip, seeing her absorbed in her mobile, she turned to the dressing room to change her clothes, when Shahnawaz gave new instructions from behind.
The walima was scheduled for the day after the baraat. Today too, she was supposed to spend the whole day with Sameera in the salon. Keeping the clothes worn by both of them in the car, she She came back to the room to get her purse.
"Should I wake him up or not? If he wakes up, he will say strange things. Stay asleep." Her eyes fell on the sleeping Malik Shahnawaz Ibrahim, who was smiling even in his sleep. She left the room, deciding on her own.
"How long, Samira?" Asher had reached the breakfast table, tormented by hunger, but Samira's makeup was not about to finish.
"Where were you, Shazi? You should have made up for all your sleep by coming to my wedding." Seeing him enter the room, Samira, wearing earrings, had put forward a long list of complaints.
"Use your hands more than your tongue, you will get less scolding from Aunty." Seeing her mother's bad mood, she came to the room to get him.
"My fate is bad. Even after marriage, I will have to live with a mother-in-law like her and listen to scolding every day. You are very lucky, Shazi... Shahnawaz Bhai and his family are so sweet. Your What a kind and loving woman my mother-in-law is."
"Read her poems later. Now let's go." She was also tired of pulling him from the mirror.
"Oh wow, where did this come from night and night?" Samira looked at his pendant with a wide eye.
"Shahnawaz gave it to me."
"Wow, brother, my wedding is happening, you are getting the unveiling. The person who forgot to bring the unveiling, who was so busy, forgot to bring the unveiling." Samira said.
Urdu Sneak Peek
Introduction Of Novel
"Dil-e-Bereham is a powerful and heart-wrenching Urdu novel that explores the theme of emotional hardness and unreturned love. The story revolves around a ruthless, emotionally distant heart that becomes a source of deep pain for those who love sincerely. The novel highlights betrayal, ego, emotional neglect, and the consequences of a merciless attitude in relationships. Through intense situations and strong character development, Dil-e-Bereham conveys the message that emotional cruelty leaves scars that are not easily healed.
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