Ishq E Istanbul By Maryam Gul Complete
Summary of the Story Part 1: Zainab Meets Shayan (Romance Begins) The story opens in a college café. Professor Shayan Shah talks with student Zainab. He ties hard law ideas to real life. Zainab feels drawn to his charm. She calls his words "magic." Shayan smiles. He says she sparks his thoughts. Zainab senses his care lights up her world.
Zainab teases if he charms everyone. Shayan answers, "Only those near my heart." His words touch her deep. Their chat flows with ease. It hints at romance ahead. Zainab thinks this may start their tale.
Later, Zainab sees friend Maryam. She skips details on Shayan. They chat about class and joy. They part with fresh hope.
Part 2: Maryam's Night and Old Home Ways Evening comes. Maryam's black sports car roars on calm streets. She pulls up home, tired yet eyes bright with grit. The house feels off.
Worry hits. "Will Grandma like me today?"
Maryam knocks soft. She steps into the big room. Grandma sits in her chair. She counts prayer beads. Grandma keeps traditions and runs a shop. Her face stays stern, no smiles.
Maryam says hello. Grandma scolds her late return. She dislikes cars and new clothes. It pulls from family roots. Maryam shifts to school work. Grandma warns firm. "Your life races fast. But a tree needs roots to grow fruit."
Part 3: Dinner and Mom's Kind Words At dinner sit quiet Dad and worn-out Mom. Maryam shares school stress quick.
After food, Grandma gives key advice. "Choose wisdom, not speed. Cars and college pass. Real wins come from knowing your goal and road."
Quiet hangs heavy. Maryam holds back questions and doubts. Mom Rabia smiles soft. "Hear Dadi. She means well. We let you chase dreams free."
Mom's talk brings calm. Grandma nods light. She adds right choices show smarts. Mom says, "Trust your heart. We'll back any choice with pride."
Maryam goes to her room. She sees the split with Grandma's views. Yet Mom's quiet backing stays with her.
کیفے میں بیٹھتے ہی شایان شاہ
نے زینب کے سامنے اپنی دلچسپ باتیں رکھیں۔
"کیا
تم جانتی ہو، زینب، یہ قانون صرف سیاہی اور کاغذ کی بات نہیں، بلکہ اس کا تعلق
ہماری زندگیوں سے ہے؟"
زینب نے جواب دیا،
"آپ کی
بات میں سچائی ہے، مگر آپ کی باتوں میں ایک خاص جادو ہے۔"
شایان نے مسکراتے ہوئے کہا،
"میں نے یہ کبھی نہیں سوچا تھا، مگر تمہاری'
Inspiration ' مجھے بھی متاثر کر رہی ہے۔
" اُس
لمحے، زینب کو احساس ہوا کہ شایان کی محبت اُس کی زندگی کی کہانی میں ایک نیا رنگ
بھر رہی ہے۔ جیسے ہی دونوں کی آنکھیں ایک دوسرے سے ملیں، زینب کے دل میں ایک جذباتی
کیفیت پیدا ہوئی۔
زینب نے اپنی ہنسی چھپاتے ہوئے
کہا، سر،
"کیا
آپ بھی کبھی کسی کو متاثر کرنے کے لیے اس طرح کی باتیں کرتے ہیں؟"
شایان نے ہنستے ہوئے کہا،
"صرف
اُن لوگوں کے لیے جو میرے دل کے قریب ہیں۔"
یہ بات زینب کے دل کی گہرائیوں
میں اتر گئی۔
As soon as they sat in the cafe, Shayan Shah started talking to Zainab about his interesting things. "Do you know, Zainab, this law is not just about ink and paper, but it is related to our lives?" Zainab replied, "There is truth in what you are saying, but there is a special magic in what you are saying." Shayan smiled and said, "I never thought of this, but your 'inspiration' is also influencing me." At that moment, Zainab realized that Shayan's love was adding a new color to the story of her life. As soon as their eyes met, an emotional quality arose in Zainab's heart. Zainab, hiding her laughter, said, "Sir, do you ever talk like this to impress anyone?" Shayan laughed and said, "Only for those who are close to my heart." This touched the depths of Zainab's heart.
ہال کی روشنیوں میں چمک اور خوشبو پھیلی ہوئی تھی، مگر شاہمیر کے لیے اُس لمحے صرف ایک ہی چیز روشن تھی… مریم۔
جیسے ہی وہ اس کے سامنے آئی، وقت ایک پل کے لیے رک سا گیا۔
مریم کے سرخ لباس کی جھلک نے شاہمیر کے دل کی دھڑکنیں بے قابو کر دیں۔
مریم نے حیرت بھرے لہجے میں پوچھا:
“آپ… یہاں کیسے؟”
شاہمیر نے ہلکی سی مسکراہٹ کے ساتھ قدم آگے بڑھایا، نظریں اس کے چہرے پر جما کر کہا:
“یہ اتفاق نہیں تھا، مریم… تمhara janamdin ho aur main na aaun?
Main tumhari zindagi ke iss khaas lamhe ka hissa banna chahta tha.”
مریم کی آنکھیں چند لمحوں کے لیے اس کی آنکھوں میں گم ہو گئیں۔
دل کی دھڑکنیں، روشنی، موسیقی— سب کچھ مدھم پڑ گیا۔
آصم پیچھے ہٹتے ہوئے شرارت سے بولا:
“Main chalta hoon… kuch lamhe sirf do logon ke hote hain.”
اور جیسے ہی وہ دونوں اکیلے رہ گئے…
خاموشی بھی دلکش لگنے لگی۔
شاہمیر نے دھیرے سے کہا:
“Mariam… tum waqai bohot khoobsurat lag rahi ho.”
مریم نے نظریں اٹھا کر اس کی طرف دیکھا، ہلکی سی مسکراہٹ لبوں پر ابھری:
“Sirf khoobsurat? Ya phir… kuch aur bhi?”
Shahmeer ne dil ko sambhalte hue kaha:
“Jo main mehsoos kar raha hoon… woh lafzon mein nahi bata sakta.”
وہ لمحہ…
وہ نظر…
وہ دھڑکن…
سب کچھ صرف ایک بات کہہ رہا تھا—
یہ ملاقات اتفاق نہیں… قسمت تھی۔
Urdu novels are famous for their detailed stories, strong emotions, and well-developed characters. They mix romance, drama, culture, and real-life situations in a way that makes readers feel deeply connected. Whether it's a moving love story or a thrilling mystery, Urdu literature has special stories and important messages that stay with the reader for a long time.
The lights of the hall were bright and fragrant, but for Shahmir at that moment, only one thing was bright… Maryam.
As soon as she appeared before him, time stood still for a moment.
The glimpse of Maryam’s red dress made Shahmir’s heart beat uncontrollably.
Maryam asked in a surprised tone:
“How did you… get here?”
Shahmir took a step forward with a slight smile, his eyes fixed on her face and said:
“It was no coincidence, Maryam… your life is yours, what is it?”
Main tumhari zindagi ke iss khaas lamhe ka hissa banna chahta tha.”
Maryam’s eyes were lost in his for a few moments.
The heartbeat, the light, the music— everything dimmed.
Asim stepped back and said mischievously:
“Main chalta hoon… kuch lamhe sirf do logon ke hote hain.”
And as soon as the two of them were left alone…
The silence also started to feel charming.
Shahmeer said slowly:
“Mariam… tum waqai bohot khoobsurat lag rahi ho.”
Maryam raised her eyes and looked at him, a slight smile appeared on her lips:
“Sirf khoobsurat? Ya phir… kuch aur bhi?”
Shahmeer ne dil ko sambhalte hue kaha:
“Jo main mehsoos kar raha hoon… woh lafzon mein nahi bata sakta.”
That moment…
That look…
That heartbeat…
Everything was saying only one thing—
This meeting was not a coincidence… It was fate.
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