Payal ki Jhankar, Chapter 7 I "I'd imagine Jessica would be really upset if she saw us like this," Payal just had the oddest urge to express whatever was running through her mind. "She is a backwoods type and I think you may be right about her wanting to hold on to her man!" Mike Whittaker took a moment to respond to the comment about his wife back home i...
Many readers asked me to write stories completely in English. But I enjoy writing in Urdu especially the dialogues. So in the present story I will translate as much conversation and other Urdu words as possible into English. ========================== It was a blooming morning. Autumn was approaching but yet coldness did not shrewd so much to assume it as...
"You are an uncouth dog Khan! Begone from our land. May Allah damn you & your lineage," barked the old man. Sher Mohammed Khan woke up from the dream. He had reached the village of Devipur, Meerut. He stepped down from the caravan & started walking towards the big fort across the river. It was a magnificent view. The fort belonged to one of the biggest Zami...
This is a completely true life experience; no part of this story is fake or exaggerated. My wife Hina and I have been married for 5 years now. We got married fairly young (I was 24, she was 20) and have enjoyed a wonderful sexual relationship throughout. We are settled in the US for the last 3 years. Hina is a very typical Pakistani housewife and comes fro...
"Grandfather, did you want some of my orange?" The Major flickered his eyes open reluctantly, put off slightly by the chill of the room and the glare of the fireplace. A slight grunt slipped from between his withered lips. He glanced about to find the source of his nap's disturbance, his aged head bobbing on an aching neck. The whole room smelled of roasti...
The Conclusion There remained one more bustle in her hedgerow, one more spring clean for the May Queen. The trip. This trip, our trip, the fabric of our lives ripped apart and rearranged, the storm ravaged journey that had carried Deb to my side once again -- after twenty two years. I wondered, could she still hear the wind blow? Did she know her stairway...
I needed the job really bad, so bad that if I could not have it I would have contemplated suicide, rather than returning to my parents' home in horrid Abbotabad. Islamabad may not have been the most cosmopolitan and happening of cities, but it was Paris compared to the awful village like town my folks called home. And the position, though not all that well p...
LXX Ivory Towers Gabrielle 2040 There was a demonstration going on in Oxford's city centre. Normally, Gabrielle wouldn't be worried by something like that, but the taxi she was in would have to pass through it and she was concerned for the safety of Ajit, her Chief Farm Manager. Would they notice that he was Pakistani? "Relax," said Ghazi who was also ac...
XIVFaith and CharityDiane 2042 Reverend Diane Dawkins wept while she watched the television news film of the dead and dying of Rawalpindi. If the wretched souls hadn't already died from the intense heat and blast of the nuclear explosions, they would surely do so from radiation poisoning. Perhaps those who were dead were the lucky ones. Cancerous growths an...
This is a work of fiction, the characters are not real. I have always seen myself as a confident, intelligent and modern girl, growing up in Pakistan I lead a very privileged existence and my family have only ever encouraged my life goals. Moving to America was a big step, but I believed I could do some good here, both for me and my family. Pakistan is mal...