| Novel Name: | Shehar E Dil Kay Darwazy |
| Writer: | Shazia Chaudhary |
| Category: | Forced Marriage Based |
Most Attractive Sneak Peak Of Shehar E Dil Kay Darwazy By Shazia Chaudhary
""Come out." He addressed her in a loud voice. She sat there, unable to move.
"Come out." "Or else I'll set the car on fire?" His single groan knocked Arshin out of her senses. She mechanically untied the bag and came out. Her body was stiff from sitting at the same angle. The cold December air was penetrating her bones. Mehran took out the key from his pants pocket and started turning the heavy chain-like latch attached to the frame above the door into the old-fashioned steel lock. He had a flashlight in his other hand. After a few moments, the door opened. He pushed the latch and without turning back, he jumped over the high threshold and went inside. She followed him. His steps were shaky. It was a tomb-like house. There was darkness everywhere. There was stuff on the ground everywhere. Mehran somehow lit a lantern. The condition of the house was as if no human had lived here for centuries... There were stains everywhere, a foul smell everywhere. There wasn't even a chair to sit in the house. There were only deserted rooms in the big hall, which made this house seem even more terrifying... "Say, Queen Alia! How did you like this palace of yours? Of course, "It will be worthy of you. Now you have to stay here until your death." For the first time after their long journey together, he was paying attention to her regularly. The tone was completely indifferent, but the tone! Fire was blazing. The green eyes were dancing with embers. A thrill ran down his spine. How was he feeling at that moment? This bloody mood, this fiery style, this doomsday asal...
"Queen Alia!!!! Would you like to tell me why the servant was chosen for this whole game. What were the facts behind the scenes and what intentions were intended to be fulfilled behind this drama??? " He took one step at a time and stopped right in front of her. His tone was still surprisingly calm and calm. The smell of his proximity turned into fear and attacked Arshin. He unconsciously tried to take a step back...
"Please Mehran Sahib!!! If you are the punishment for any of my sins..."
Her sentence had not even been completed when a strong slap hit her on the cheek. The sound of the slap echoed far in the crowded environment. She kept her hand on her swollen cheek and looked at his face in a fearful manner, where there was no response of shame written on her heartless behavior...
"If you dare to use my name with your filthy tongue in the future, I will cut it off and put it on your palm. You are only required to answer what is asked. You are a third-class slave of mine. Just a simple, unscrupulous woman, save your place forever in the box of your mind. You have no authority to give evidence, explanation or justification. Tell me, on whose orders did you play this disgusting game. Who is behind your back? Is Laila Shah your companion? And also write this in your memory. I will not show any mercy to you that mercy is given only to humans. You are deprived of this quality, therefore you deserve every inhuman treatment..." He turned to the cupboard and began to examine the countless weapons neatly arranged in another box. Swords, daggers, spears, arrows, bows and whips were all the equipment of the art of warfare that his grandfather had regularly taught him in view of his interest. His aim was very true. Whenever he came here, he would definitely compete with a few eager young men of the village. Apart from this, he also took regular training at a sports club in Islamabad. It was just natural that these arts were his passion...
"If I want, I can plunge four daggers into your body at once and I claim that not a single one of them will miss. Or I can drive an arrow straight into your heart with a bow and arrow. A single stroke of my sword will be enough to cut off your neck. But I will not give you the gift of an easy death. I will kill you as hard as I can. Some will have to be thrown at the fire burning in my chest."
He bent down and picked up a one and a half meter long leather whip. "The villagers use it to correct the stubborn and headstrong and tie them to their legs." He slowly approached him. His tone was very slow and normal. Arshin stepped back badly. His heart seemed to be beating in his veins. Fear had broken out like sweat from the tears...
"I'm asking for the last time. Tell me who you are? Which mafia do you belong to? Why did Laila Shah come to you? Is this marriage also part of the same plan?" He waved the whip and looked in her direction with dangerous glances.
"Listen to me. For God's sake, listen to me first. All your assumptions are wrong."
With a shrill voice, the whip swung like a snake and a terrifying scream escaped from the body lying on her body. The next moment, she writhed like a suddenly cut beam and the black embroidered chadar wrapped around her diagonally on the dusty floor was shaken away by the shock. The red shimmering golden work sari was stained with large spots. Her hair kept scattering far and wide. The blow of this whip had soaked the back of the blouse of such craftsmanship with blood.
"The end of misrepresentation with me is very bad," he shouted. She was writhing like a fish without water, but there was no gentle expression on the face of this ruthless. Vyota. She stood calmly.
"That's all you could bear?" He smiled mockingly.
"You can scream even louder if you want. The house is at the far end of the village. No one will come for you here. On the other hand, you can open the window and tell the dead in the cemetery about the situation... I'm in a hurry to return right now. Then I'll come to take the "detail" account."
He locked the garbage in the cupboard and turned around. "I've provided a place for my food now.
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Introduction Of Novel
Shehar-e-Dil Kay Darwazy is a beautifully written Urdu novel that explores the hidden corridors of the human heart. The story focuses on emotions that are often left unspoken—love, pain, trust, and longing. The “doors of the heart” symbolically represent emotional barriers created by past wounds and misunderstandings. Through well-developed characters and a sensitive plot, the novel shows how love and sincerity can open even the most tightly closed hearts. It is a soulful tale of emotional connection, personal transformation, and the courage it takes to let someone enter one’s inner world.
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