Guzarish By FS Complete | ZNZ LIBRARY PK

Guzarish By FS Complete | ZNZ LIBRARY PK

“Guzarish” is a profoundly passionate and sentimental Urdu novel that perfectly investigates topics of cherish, persistence, give up, believe, awfulness, and fate. It is a story that reflects how genuine adore is not as it were approximately bliss and harmony, but too around torment, holding up, and quiet penances. The novel captures human feelings in a reasonable and touching way, making perusers feel associated to each character and each situation.

The story spins around a basic, guiltless, and self-respecting young lady who accepts in living a serene and honorable life. She is kind-hearted, soft-spoken, and values connections profoundly. Her identity reflects tolerance and quality, indeed in spite of the fact that she shows up calm and delicate from the exterior. She does not effortlessly express her torment, but quietly carries the burden of feelings and responsibilities.

The male lead is a solid, develop, and saved man. He has a place to a regarded and capable foundation and is known for his genuine nature. He does not conversation much and lean towards to keep his feelings covered up. Since of agonizing encounters from his past, he has built enthusiastic dividers around himself. He accepts in control and teach or maybe than enthusiastic expression. In any case, profound interior, he is a touchy individual who yearns for peace and understanding.

Their to begin with assembly is straightforward, but fate gradually interfaces their lives in startling ways. At to begin with, their relationship is formal and removed. They do not get it each other completely, and there is faltering between them. But as time passes, the saint begins taking note the heroine’s virtue, blamelessness, and quality. Her calm identity and noiseless perseverance start to influence him deeply.

The courageous woman, on the other hand, begins feeling secure in his nearness. Indeed in spite of the fact that he shows up cold and strict, she takes note the covered up care in his activities. His quiet security, concern, and implicit bolster gradually make a put in her heart. Their bond starts to develop without sensational words or boisterous confessions. It is a calm and progressive travel of emotions.

However, life does not permit their cherish to develop effectively. Family desires, social weight, errors, and desirous individuals make numerous impediments between them. Certain relatives and individuals around them attempt to make remove and disarray. Little mistaken assumptions turn into difficult quiet. The saint, since of his sense of self and passionate fear, falls flat to express his sentiments clearly. The courageous woman, due to her self-respect, chooses quiet over asking for love.

This passionate separate gets to be one of the most grounded parts of the novel. Both cherish each other, but not one or the other can completely say it. Their quiet gets to be heavier than words. The courageous woman endures discreetly, attempting to secure her respect whereas holding onto her sentiments. She learns that adore is not continuously beautiful—it can too be a test of tolerance and endurance.

At one point, the courageous woman is constrained to make troublesome choices for the purpose of her family and self-respect. She penances her claim joy and steps absent from what she adores. This portion of the story is particularly agonizing since it appears the reality numerous individuals face—choosing obligation over want. Her quiet give up gets to be the enthusiastic heart of the novel.

The saint, in the mean time, battles his possess internal fight. He begins realizing that his hush and pride may fetched him the individual he genuinely adores. For the to begin with time, he feels fear—not of losing control, but of losing her until the end of time. This realization breaks his enthusiastic obstructions. He gets it that adore cannot survive without believe, genuineness, and expression.

The supporting characters moreover play an imperative part in forming the story. A few family individuals give intelligence and passionate bolster, whereas others make complications. Fellowships, family obligations, and covered up truths from the past all include profundity to the plot. These side characters make the story more practical and relatable.

One of the most lovely perspectives of “Guzarish” is the heroine’s passionate quality. She does not battle boisterously, but her hush carries control. She remains conscious, persistent, and firm indeed in torment. Her adore is immaculate, but she never permits it to annihilate her self-worth. This makes her a solid and vital character.

The hero’s change is another major highlight. From a man controlled by pride and passionate separate, he gradually gets to be somebody who learns helplessness and acknowledgment. He starts to get it that cherish is not possession—it is regard, care, and passionate genuineness. His development makes the finishing more significant and satisfying.

As the story comes to its climax, covered up truths start to surface. Errors are cleared, and both characters at last stand up to their sentiments. The saint concedes his botches and straightforwardly communicates his adore. He lets go of his pride and inquires for pardoning. This passionate confession gets to be one of the most capable minutes in the novel.

The courageous woman, after everything she has persevered, sees the earnestness in his alter. She gets it that absolution is moreover a portion of cherish. She gives him another chance, not since she is powerless, but since she accepts in honest to goodness alter and passionate truth. Their gathering feels earned, enthusiastic, and profoundly satisfying.

The finishing of the novel conveys a solid message: genuine adore requires persistence, give up, believe, and absolution. Adore is not idealize, but if it is true, it can survive each storm. “Guzarish” is not fair a sentimental story—it is a travel of enthusiastic development, quiet supplications, and mending hearts.

This novel is idealize for perusers who appreciate delicate sentiment, enthusiastic family dramatization, solid female characters, develop adore stories, and cheerful endings. The composing fashion is agile and touching, making each scene feel lively. “Guzarish” takes off a enduring enthusiastic affect and reminds perusers that in some cases the most profound cherish is the one talked in hush.

Guzarish By FS Complete | ZNZ LIBRARY PK

یہ چائے جس نالائق نے بنائی ہے اسے اندر بھیجو، ورنہ تم سب کی چھٹی کر دوں گا!" شاہیر اپنے ملازموں پر چیخا تو مایہ کو اپنی جان نکلتی محسوس ہوئی۔ وہ جب سے بیاہ کر اس حویلی آئی تھی، شاہیر کی ماں نوکروں کی جگہ اس سے کام کرواتی تھیں۔ مایا سارا دن کام کرتے کرتے تھک جاتی۔ آج اس کی طبیعت خراب تھی، جبھی

چائے میں چینی کی جگہ نمک ڈال دی۔ شاہیر کے غصے کا سوچتی وہ کانپ اُٹھی۔ "وہ چا۔۔۔۔۔چائے میں نے بنائی تھی۔۔۔۔ " بولتے ہوئے اُس کی آواز رندھ گئی۔ اپنی بیوی کو اس حلیے میں دیکھ کر وہ حیران رہ گیا۔ " مام تم سے کام کرواتی ہیں؟"

ہاسپٹل کے کمرے میں بیٹھا ہوا شخص اس وقت یوں محسوس کر رہا تھا جیسے ساری دنیا اس کے ہاتھ سے سرکتی جا رہی ہو اور وہ کچھ بھی نہ کر پا رہا ہو اس نے روتے ہوئے زارہ کے چہرے کو دیکھا تھا ۔۔" میں تم سے بچھڑنا نہیں چاہتا میں نے تمہیں بہت مشکل سے حاصل کیا ہے۔۔۔ " اس نے التجا کی جیسے بچھڑتے ہوئے شخص سے آخری التجا کی جائے کہ وہ اسے آدھے راستے میں چھوڑ کر مت جائے لیکن اس یقین کے ساتھ کہ وہ پھر بھی چھوڑ کر چلا جائے گا اور زارہ کی آنکھیں تو پہلے ہی ساون کی طرح برس رہی تھیں ۔ اس نے اپنے سینے سے لگایا ہوا وہ ننھا وجود اس کے حوالے کر دیا۔۔۔

" ہمارا سفر یہیں تک تھا شہیر اگر کبھی کوئی غلطی کی ہو تو معاف کر دیجئے گا۔۔۔" اس کے چہرے کی رنگت زردی کی طرح تھی اور لب مسلسل کانپ رہے تھے۔ تکلیف کی شدت سے اس کے چہرے پر عجیب سی لہریں بکھری ہوئی تھیں جو اسے مزید رحم طلب بنا رہی تھیں۔۔۔

کوئی بھی نہیں جانتا تھا کہ اس وقت وہ کس اذیت سے گزر رہی ہے۔ اپنے ہاتھ سے اپنی محبت کو الوداع کہہ دینا اتنا آسان تو نہیں ہوتا اور پھر وہ وجود جس کے لیے اس نے زندگی کی بازی لگا دی۔ وہ اس سے بھی بچھڑ رہی تھی اپنے بیٹےکے ماتھے پر بوسہ دیتے ہوئے اس نے اس ننھے وجود کو شہیر کے حوالے کیا اور آنکھیں بند کردیں۔۔۔

تبھی کمرے میں ڈاکٹر داخل ہوئی تھیں شہیر فورا ڈاکٹر کی جانب بڑھا ڈاکٹر صاحبہ کوئی تو حل ہوگا میری زارا ؟؟؟ اس سے پہلے کہ وہ اپنی بات مکمل کر پاتا جب ڈاکٹر تیزی سے زارہ کی جانب بڑھی جس کی گردن ایک جانب ڈھلک رہی تھی اسے بس کچھ منٹس کے لیے اس کی اپنی التجا پر شہیر سے ملنے دیا تھا ورنہ اس کی کنڈیشن بہت کتیٹیکل تھی ڈاکٹر نے فورا آکسیجن ماسک اس کے چہرے پر لگا دیا مشینوں میں لہریں ابھرتی ہوئی معدوم ہونے لگیں۔۔۔۔

ڈاکٹر نے اس سے التجا کی تھی وہ باہر چلا جائے اور اس وجود پر ایک آخری نظر ڈال کر وہ باہر چلا آیا جہاں زرناب بیگم چیئر پر بیٹھی ہوئی تھیں اور دروازے کے آگے کھڑی شائستہ بیگم ورد کرتے ہوئے لبوں کے ساتھ بے یقینی سے دروازے کو دیکھ رہی تھیں " مجھے بتاؤ شہیر بیٹا زارا کیسی ہے۔۔۔؟؟؟ " انہوں نے بے تابی سے پوچھا لیکن اس کے پاس تسلی آمیز الفاظ نہیں تھے اس نے نرمی سے ان کے کندھے پر ہاتھ رکھ دیا۔۔۔۔۔

" بہت ساری دعا کریں آنٹی دعاؤں کی اشد ضرورت ہے۔۔" اور ساتھ ہی اس نے اپنے بیٹے کو شائستہ بیگم کے ہاتھ پر رکھ دیا تھا دور بیٹھی ذرناب بیگم کو جیسے کوئی پرواہ نہیں تھی اتنا آسان تو نہیں ہوتا کسی بھی انسان کو مرتے ہوئے چھوڑ دینا لیکن شاید ان لوگوں کے لیے آسان ہوتا ہے جو ٹھکور دینا جانتے ہوں اور اس روز بھی ایسا ہی ہوا تھا اس ننھے سے وجود کو سمیٹ کر ذرناب بیگم فورا گھر چل پڑیں کیونکہ ان کے بقول یہاں بچہ بیمار ہو سکتا ہے اور ویسے بھی وہ بہت عجیب خاتون تھیں جن کے اپنے اصول و ضوابط تھے۔۔۔۔۔

ان کے لیے اپنے بیٹے کو دینے کے لیے تسلی کے چند الفاظ بھی نہیں تھے اور وہی ہوا ٹھیک ایک گھنٹے کے بعد ڈاکٹر نے آکر وہ خبر اس کے کانوں میں انڈیل دی جو اس کے لیے صور اسرافیل کی طرح تھی زارا اسے چھوڑ کر چلی گئی وہ زارا جسے اپنانے کے لیے اس نے زمین آسمان کے قلابے ملا دیے ۔ وہ زارا جس کی محبت کے لیے وہ بے چین ہو کر ساری دنیا سے لڑ پڑا۔ آج اسے چپ چاپ چھوڑ کر چلی گئی وہ دن قیامت خیز تھا جس کے بارے میں اس نے سوچا بھی نہیں تھا کہرام برپا تھا۔۔۔۔

زرناب بیگم نے کہہ دیا کہ زارا کی ڈیڈ باڈی پر ان سے زیادہ اس کے والدین کا حق ہے اور وہ تو اسے اپنانے کے لیے تیار کھڑے تھے وہ اس وقت اس کیفیت میں نہیں تھا کہ کسی بھی سازش کو سمجھ پاتا وہ اس وقت دکھ کی ان گہرائیوں میں ڈوبا ہوا تھا جو اس کے لیے قیامت خیز تھی سر پر قیامت اتری ہوئی تھی۔ زارہ کے ساتھ اس کی دنیا ہی ساکت ہو گئی سب کچھ چلا گیا تھا ساری خوشیاں ادھوری ہو گئیں جب اس روز ابھی زارا کو گئے ہوئے تین مہینے بھی نہیں گزرے تھے جب اس کی ماں اس کے کمرے میں آئی اور آتے ہی اپنا فیصلہ اس کے سامنے رکھ دیا تھا۔۔۔۔

میں تمہارے بیٹے کو مزید نہیں سنبھال سکتی تمہیں بیوی کی اور تمہارے بیٹے کو ماں کی ضرورت ہے اس لیے ہوش کے ناخن لو اور اب اس دکھ سے باہر نکل آؤ۔" وہ بے یقینی سے اپنی ماں کو دیکھتا رہ گیا۔ " مما آپ جانتی ہیں کہ زارا کو بھول جانا میرے لیے آسان نہیں ہے۔۔" لیکن یہ زرناب بیگم کی ضد تھی " تم نے پہلے ہی زارا کے لیے اپنی ضد پر قائم رہ کر مجھے نیچا دکھایا ہے لیکن تم میرے اکلوتے بیٹے ہو اور اب میں تمہاری زندگی کو یوں برباد ہوتے ہوئے نہیں دیکھ سکتی۔۔" اس کی ماں ٹھیک کہتی تھی جو بھی کہتی تھی۔۔۔

اس نے زارہ کے لیے خود غرضی کا مظاہرہ کیا تھا حالانکہ وہ اسکی ماں اپنی مرضی سے اس کے لیے لائف پارٹنر منتخب کرنے کا حق رکھتی ہیں وہ اپنی ضد پر اٹک گیا۔۔ " میں اپنے بیٹے کو خود پال لوں گا اور ویسے بھی زارا کی جگہ کسی اور کودینے کے لیے یہ ایک وجہ کافی نہیں ہے کہ میری زندگی میں یا محور کی زندگی میں کسی نگران کی کمی ہے۔۔۔" اس نے اپنے بیٹے کا نام محور رکھا تھا صرف اس سوچ پر کہ اس ایک کے گرد اس کی ساری زندگی گھومتی رہ جائے گی۔۔۔۔

ورنہ زارا کے بعد اپنی زندگی کو اس طرح سےگزار پانا اس کے لیے آسان نہیں تھا۔۔ " پاگل پن مت کرو اگر تم میری بات نہیں مانو گے تو میں تمہارے ماموں کے پاس انگلینڈ چلی جاؤں گی اور تم اچھی طرح جانتے ہو کہ میں پھر واپس پلٹ کر نہیں آؤں گی میری بھی زندگی ہے تمہارے بابا کے بعد میں نے تمہیں کتنی مشکلات سے اپنا سہارا بنایا ہے تم اس بات کو جانتے ہو۔۔۔۔" زرناب بیگم کے بہتے ہوئے آنسو اس کے لیے کمزوری تھے اور وہ یہ کمزوری تسلیم بھی کرتا تھا۔۔۔

" میں آپ کو اداس نہیں دیکھ سکتا۔۔۔ "وہ خود بھی رو پڑا زارہ کے بعد وہ اتنا ہی کمزور مرد بن چکا تھا کہ چھوٹی سی چھوٹی بات بھی اسے رلا دینے کے لیے کافی ہوتی ہے اور اس روز بھی ایسا ہی ہوا زرناب بیگم کی کوشش کامیاب ہوئی اور اگلے ہی کچھ دنوں میں انہوں نے اس کے لیے دلہن بھی تلاش کر لی وہ کمرے میں آکر اس کے سامنے تصویر رکھ چکی تھیں لیکن اس نے منہ پھیر لیا

Guzarish By FS Complete | ZNZ LIBRARY PK

"Send the incompetent person who made this tea inside, otherwise I will fire all of you!" Shahir shouted at his servants, and Maya felt her life was leaving her. Ever since she got married and came to this mansion, Shahir's mother had made her work instead of the servants. Maya would get tired working all day. Today she was feeling unwell, when she put salt in the tea instead of sugar. She shivered thinking of Shahir's anger. "That tea... I made the tea..." His voice cracked as he spoke. He was surprised to see his wife in this state. "Mum, you make me work?" The man sitting in the hospital room was feeling as if the whole world was slipping away from him and he was unable to do anything. He had seen Zara's face crying. "I don't want to be separated from you. I got you with great difficulty... "She pleaded as if it were a last plea to a departing person not to leave her halfway, but with the certainty that he would still leave her and Zara's eyes were already watering like rain. She handed over the little being she had held to her chest to him...

"Our journey was this far, Shaheer, if I have ever done anything wrong, please forgive me..." Her face was as pale as a yellow and her lips were trembling constantly. Strange waves were scattered on her face due to the intensity of the pain, which was making her even more beg for mercy...

No one knew what torment she was going through at that time. It was not so easy to say goodbye to her love with her own hand, and then the being for whom she had risked her life. She was also leaving him. Kissing her son on the forehead, she handed over this little being to Shaheer and closed her eyes...

Just then the doctor entered the room. Shaheer immediately went towards the doctor. The doctor Sir, will there be any solution, my Zara??? Before he could finish his speech, the doctor quickly moved towards Zara, whose neck was drooping to one side. He had only allowed her to meet Shaheer for a few minutes on her own request, otherwise her condition was very critical. The doctor immediately put an oxygen mask on her face. The waves in the machines began to emerge and disappear... The doctor had begged her to go out and after taking one last look at this being, he went out where Zarnab Begum was sitting on the chair and Shaista Begum was standing in front of the door, looking at the door with uncertainty with her lips pursed, "Tell me Shaheer, how is Zara?" "He asked eagerly but he had no words of comfort. He gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Pray a lot, Aunty, prayers are desperately needed." And at the same time, he had placed his son in Shaista Begum's hands. Zaranab Begum, who was sitting far away, seemed to not care. It is not easy to leave any human being dying, but perhaps it is easy for those who know how to be grateful, and that day too, it happened. After wrapping up this little one, Zaranab Begum immediately went home because according to her, a child can get sick here, and anyway, she was a very strange woman who had her own rules and regulations.

"She had no words of comfort to give to her son, and that's what happened. Exactly an hour later, the doctor came and poured the news into his ears, which was like the trumpet of Israfil for her. Zara left him and went away, that Zara whom she had joined the hinges of the earth and heaven to adopt. That Zara For whose love she fought the whole world, desperate. Today she left him silently, that day was apocalyptic, something she had never imagined, chaos had broken out...

Zarnab Begum said that Zara's parents had more rights over her dead body than her and they were ready to adopt her. At that time, he was not in a state to understand any conspiracy. He was immersed in the depths of sorrow that was doomsday for him. Doomsday was looming over his head. With Zara, his world had become silent, everything had gone, all the happiness was incomplete when that day, not even three months had passed since Zara had passed away, when her mother came to her room and immediately put her decision in front of her...

I can't take care of your son anymore, you need a wife and your son needs a mother, so come to your senses and come out of this sorrow now." He kept looking at his mother with uncertainty. "Mum, you know that forgetting Zara is not easy for me." But this was Zarnab Begum's stubbornness. "You have already humiliated me by remaining stubborn for Zara, but you are my only son and now I cannot see your life ruined like this." His mother was right no matter what she said...

He had shown selfishness for Zara even though she was his mother's right to choose a life partner for him of her own free will, he stuck to his stubbornness. "I will raise my son myself and anyway, the lack of a guardian in my life or in Mukhtar's life is not a reason enough to give Zara to someone else...." He had named his son Mukhtar only on the thought that his whole life would revolve around this one person. ...

Otherwise, it would not be easy for him to live his life like this after Zara. "Don't be crazy. If you don't listen to me, I will go to your maternal uncle's house in England and you know very well that I will not come back. I also have a life. After your father, I have made you my support through many difficulties. You know this..." Zarnab Begum's flowing tears were a weakness for him and he even admitted this weakness.

"I cannot see you sad..." He himself also cried. After Zara, he had become such a weak man that even a small thing was enough to make him cry and that day too, the same thing happened. Zarnab Begum's attempt was successful and in the next few days, they also found a bride for him. She had come to the room and placed a picture in front of him, but he turned away.

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