| Novel Name: | Dasht E Mohabbat |
| Writer: | Shumaila Hasan |
| Category: | Forced Marriage Based |
Most Attractive Sneak Peak Of Dasht E Mohabbat By Shumaila Hasan
""You! You have such courage..." She advanced towards him like a fierce tigress... But her words were still in her mouth when Shariq Alvi's heart-rending words hit her ears... Which froze her in her place...
"Paresh, you are dead to us. I had also told you never to break my trust..." He was saying them in despair, at that moment he was touching the limits of anger and restraint.... His face was turning red with the intensity of emotions...
"Abi..." A sob escaped his throat... Without wasting a moment, his father had scratched him off like some dirt on himself and thrown him away... Is it that easy to kill his children while they are still alive? His eyes were starting to fill with tears.
"Get out of here right now with the one who has made your and our faces black..." Mohsin Alvi shouted, looking at Rahim, who had been standing silently and assessing the entire situation... He had realized what game Jawad had played... But he was not going to be a part of this conspiracy at all.
"Look, this is a matter for your family... You guys should sit down and talk to Parisha comfortably... It is also very important to hear her side of the story... Because often what you see is not the truth... I came here to deliver her safely, but it seems that she is the most unsafe here..." He cast a sharp glance at Jawad, as if sarcastic... The sarcasm mixed in his tone had set Mohsin Alvi on fire...
"And... you... we will meet you soon..." Raising his finger, he gave Jawad an angry look and turned to leave limping...
"How is it, ASP sir... After partying all night like this, you will not get rid of your throat so easily..." If there was any image of shamelessness, it was Jawad Alvi... The argument between the two continued while Parisha, who was helpless against all this, was holding the newspaper in her hand and looking at the one that had reduced her status to a mere two-crore in her own house... The front page of the newspaper had a picture of her and Rahim, in which they were both sitting very close to each other on the ground... This was the time when she was making Rahim a chador. But this picture was taken from such an angle that the closeness of the two was given a different color.
"Parisha Alvi, daughter of Provincial Minister for Local Government Shariq Alvi, in moments of intimacy with ASP Rahim Ali Khan..." Reading such a vulgar caption, Parisha's eyes were filled with blood for Jawad.
"You vile human being, how dare you..." Ignoring everyone, she pounced on Jawad... who had thwarted his attack by holding her hands tightly.
"Chatakh..." The next moment, a sharp slap left a red mark on her cheek... And that was not the last slap to fall... After that, Jawad showered her delicate cheeks with slaps one after another... But there was not the slightest trace of sadness on the faces of her father and brother... Both of them were standing like idols watching this whole spectacle... To them, Jawad seemed completely justified in his place... If anyone's honor would be absent from home all night, then he should have been buried in the ground... This was a minor punishment for his sins. Among all these men, Rahim was the one who knew the whole truth and was bleeding over the treatment meted out to Paresh... He stood there with his fists clenched, controlling himself that this was a personal matter of his family... "Wicked! She thinks she will get away with these dramas by throwing mud at them..." Jawad's hands and tongue were also continuously talking nonsense. Rahim Ali Khan could not bear more than this... He limped forward and stood there, holding Jawad's hand, staring into his eyes...
"I won't tolerate another word or slap." There was such a clear warning in his tone that Jawad couldn't even look at Parisha even if he wanted to...
"Look, uncle! How has her lover come to her side? There is no place for this shameless person in this house anymore? Push him out of here right now..." As he freed his hand from Rahim's grip, he looked at Shariq Alvi... Even so, he had vented all his anger on Parisha. While holding his hand on her cheek, Parisha was looking at her father, who used to stay up all night when her fever rose... How had his heart turned to stone today after seeing her being beaten by a stranger... How was the brother who used to call her home and say that she was the beauty of this house, making her feel alienated from him? The pain was not from the slaps that a stranger had given.... The pain was from the attitudes that were being shown to him....
"The media is standing outside... Someone has informed them that Choti Bibi was kidnapped by the ASP Sahib... She did not go there of her own free will... And now they want confirmation of it..." The watchman lowered his eyes and came in and gave the message... Hearing the name of the media, a color had come over Shariq Alvi's face... He wanted to strangle Paresh himself and bury her in the ground.
"Close the doors and windows from all sides... And increase the security around the house." He was sitting on the sofa with a sigh, ordering Mohsin Alvi. As soon as Rahim's phone in his pocket rang, it rang..
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Introduction Of Novel
Dasht-e-Mohabbat is a passionate romantic novel that explores love as a long, testing journey—much like a desert where emotions are tried by hardship and longing. The novel centers on intense emotional bonds, unfulfilled desires, and the pain of separation. It portrays how love can demand sacrifice and resilience, pushing the characters to confront their deepest fears and vulnerabilities.
The story beautifully captures the struggle between hope and despair, showing how love can survive even in the harshest emotional landscapes. With strong character development and an emotionally driven plot, Dasht-e-Mohabbat resonates with readers who appreciate deep, soulful romance and stories that reflect the endurance of true love.
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