Teri Preet Gali Harjai Piya By J.Nikhat Complete | ZNZ NOVEL2037

 Teri Preet Gali Harjai Piya By J.Nikhat Complete

"سٹھیا گئے ہو تم۔۔۔"

اسے اس کی دماغی حالت پر شبہ ہوا تھا۔

"گیا تو ہوں۔۔۔"

وه دلکشی سے مسكرايا۔

"لیکن میرا دماغ بالکل صحیح فنکشن کر رہا ہے۔اس لیے میری بلا سے تم اپنے اعلاج کیلئے ہل اسٹیشن جاؤ یا پاگل خانہ۔۔۔!" 

وه بگڑ گئی تھی۔

"پر ابھی تو میرا ہنی مون پر جانے کا پلان ہے۔۔"

"ہنی مون۔۔۔؟"

"ہاں! ہمارا ہنی مون پینڈنگ پر ہے ناں،پھر تم نے تو کہا ہے کہ مسز عباسی چاہتی ہیں کہ بمارے کم از کم بھی چار بچے ہوں،اس کیلئے۔۔"

"شٹ۔۔شٹ۔۔شٹ اپ!۔۔۔" 

اس کے بےباکانہ انداز پر وه کان کی لو تک  سرخ ہوئی تھی۔جبران نے بڑی ہی دلچسپی سے اس کے سلگتے نقوش کو دیکھا، جب انس نے دونوں سیٹ کے درمیان سے چہرہ نکالا۔

"پاپا! ہنی مون کیا ہوتا ہے۔۔۔۔؟"

انس کے دلچسپی سے پوچھنے پر یکلخت گاڑی کی فضا میں سنناٹا چھایا تھا پھر جبران کا چھت پھاڑ قہقہہ ابلا تھا۔۔

"پاپا!!"

انس کو یہ سراسر اپنا مذاق اڑانا لگا تھا۔

"مام!"

ہاں! اپنی مام سے پوچھو۔۔۔"

جبران نے ہنسی ضبط کرتے اس پر ملبہ گرايا۔

"قتل نہ ہوجانا میرے ہاتھوں،اور خبردار جو ایئر پورٹ کی جانب گاڑی لے گئے تو۔۔۔"

وه انگلی اٹھا کر وارن کرتی کھڑکی سے باہر دیکھنے لگی جبکہ جبران اب ناراض بیٹے کو ' ہنی مون' کا مطلب سمجھا رہا تھا جو کہ آسان کام بالکل نہیں تھا۔کیونکہ انس ایک جواب سے مطمئن ہونے والا بچہ کم از کم نہیں تھا۔

"Are you crazy..."

She suspected his mental state.

"I am crazy..."

He smiled charmingly.

"But my brain is functioning perfectly. So, for my sake, you should go to the hill station or the mental hospital for your treatment..."

She was upset.

"But right now, I have plans to go on a honeymoon."

"Honeymoon..."

"Yes! Our honeymoon is pending, right? Then you said that Mrs. Abbasi wants us to have at least four children, for that..."

"Shut..shut..shut up!"

She blushed to the point of her ears at his impudent manner. Jibran watched her burning expressions with great interest, when Anas pulled his face out from between the two seats.

"Papa! What is a honeymoon...?"

When Anas asked with interest, the car suddenly fell silent, then Gibran burst into laughter.

"Papa!!"

Anas felt like he was making fun of himself.

"Mum!"

Yes! Ask your mum..."

Gibran suppressed his laughter and threw debris at her.

"Don't get killed by my hands, and be careful if you take the car to the airport..."

She raised her finger and started looking out the window warningly, while Gibran was now explaining the meaning of 'honeymoon' to his angry son, which was not an easy task at all. Because Anas was not a child who would be satisfied with one answer, at least not.

J.  Popular Urdu novelist Nikhat is known for his romantic and social fiction contributions. Their novels are widely read in Pakistani Urdu digests and often feature highly engaging, dramatic plots built around specific popular tropes.

 

🌟 Key Themes in J.  Nikhat's Novels

J.  Nikhat's work appeals to readers who enjoy emotionally intense and often humorous romantic narratives with a focus on powerful character dynamics.

 

Rude Hero/Strong Heroine: The pairing of a strong-willed, often witty heroine with a rude, powerful, or arrogant male lead (often wealthy or in a position of authority, like a "Police Hero" in Nishat-e-Jaan) is a recurring theme. The plot typically centers on the conflict and eventual surrender to love between them.

 

They frequently use dramatic marriage setups, such as Cousin Marriage and Forced Marriage, as the foundation for stories about conflict and "love after marriage." For instance, the novel Sulgat-e-Armaan is described as a Second Marriage Base novel where the hero initially hates his new wife.

 

Romantic Comedy & Humor: Despite the intense drama, novels like Nishat-e-Jaan are specifically noted for being "funny romantic novels" with a "soft romance based" core.  A major selling point is the combination of humor and emotional depth. Bold and Dramatic Plots: The stories are characterized by dramatic tension and bold romantic situations, providing readers with an escape into fictional worlds "filled with passion, desire, and heartfelt emotions."  Other notable works include Dil Ik Diyar-e Adawat and Soghat-e-Ishq.

"I'm a first-time father, I have no experience..."

What an innocent explanation.

"I've just brought two dozen children from kindergarten. Phew!!"

She looked up in awe, then turned her face away in fear as soon as she saw his limp body.

"Come out now...!"

"Come like this?"

At his reluctance, a subtle joke appeared in Gibran's tone.

"No! I'm going to bring the rescue team."

She gritted her teeth.

"You come, where will the team be able to reach so quickly?"

"You... you're flirting with me... Phew!!"

She turned away with a red face from anger, but when she looked at him, she placed her hand over his eyes with red tomato cheeks and turned away.

"If I say yes?"

"Then I'll take your life...!"

"You've already taken it...!"

There was a serious meaning in his tone.

"You...you come out quietly, if you can't come, give it to Anas, he'll get cold, then you can lie here for as many hours as you want because of my trouble."

Her blood was boiling.

"Bring me a bathrobe and a towel from behind and we'll come, if you come like this, I'll come out, but you have to jump into the water, and then I'll have to jump back to save you, double duty."

He spoke confidently, enjoying her condition.

"You...you're a number one scoundrel. Catch it and give it to the child."

She came to the shore, panting, carrying a bathrobe and a towel.

"How?"

"What do you mean by how? Two hands are safely on your shoulders."

She hesitated.

"I am holding the baby with two safe hands, where will I get the third hand to take the bath? Then the dry clothes get soaked in the water for a while, so I have to come out and..."

He had probably sworn to test her self-control and patience.

"You... you are a number one man, do what you have to do, I am going inside, I didn't develop the desire to bathe by asking me."

Like the pressure cooker before, she would explode, she threw her clothes back on the chair and without taking Anas, she rushed inside, panting. From behind, Jibran's heavy, amused laughter ran in pursuit of her until it was far away to burn her heart.

"Bhaap Anjan!"

She shook her head in the negative, then her eyes settled on Anas, who was staring at herself with serious eyes.

"Bhaap Anjan is nothing wrong..."

He shrugged and got out of the water, cleaning his mother's son.

"I'm a first-time father, I have no experience..."

What an innocent explanation.

"I've just brought two dozen children from kindergarten. Phew!!"

She looked up in awe, then turned her face away in fear as soon as she saw his limp body.

"Come out now...!"

"Come like this?"

At his reluctance, a subtle joke appeared in Gibran's tone.

"No! I'm going to bring the rescue team."

She gritted her teeth.

"You come, where will the team be able to reach so quickly?"

"You... you're flirting with me... Phew!!"

She turned away with a red face from anger, but when she looked at him, she placed her hand over his eyes with red tomato cheeks and turned away.

"If I say yes?"

"Then I'll take your life...!"

"You've already taken it...!"

There was a serious meaning in his tone.

"You...you come out quietly, if you can't come, give it to Anas, he'll get cold, then you can lie here for as many hours as you want because of my trouble."

Her blood was boiling.

"Bring me a bathrobe and a towel from behind and we'll come, if you come like this, I'll come out, but you have to jump into the water, and then I'll have to jump back to save you, double duty."

He spoke confidently, enjoying her condition.

"You...you're a number one scoundrel. Catch it and give it to the child."

She came to the shore, panting, carrying a bathrobe and a towel.

"How?"

"What do you mean by how? Two hands are safely on your shoulders."

She hesitated.

"I am holding the baby with two safe hands, where will I get the third hand to take the bath? Then the dry clothes are slightly worn in the water, for that I have to come out and..."

He had probably sworn to test her self-control and patience.

"You... you are a number one man, do what you have to do, I am going inside, I did not develop the desire to bathe by asking me."

Like the pressure cooker before, she would explode, she threw the clothes back on the chair and without taking Anas, she rushed inside. From behind, Jibran's heavy, amused laughter ran in pursuit of her until it was far away to burn her heart.

"Bhaap Anjan!"

She shook her head in the negative, then her eyes fell on Anas, who was staring at herself with serious eyes.

"Bhaap Anjan is nothing wrong..."

Shrugging his shoulders, he came out of the water, cleaning his mother's son.

📘 Novel Info

Pages: 1000

Size: 300.1 MB

Year: 2025

Language: Urdu

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