Khala Kay Ghar May Cho dai urudu hot sotry 2017

Khala Kay Ghar May Chodai

Hi friends aap ki sexy Ghazal Ahmed aik baar phir aap logo ki khidmat may hazir hai. Meri pichli dono kahaniyon ko pasand karnay ka bohat bohat shukriya, mujhe umeed nahi thi kay meri kahaniya itni ziyada pasand kee jain gee, aur mujhe puri umeed hai kay aap log meri pichli dono stories ki tarha is story ko bhi zaroor pasand karain gay, ab tak main nay abhi 2 stories is naam se post kar chukki hoon Main Hoon Ghazal. aur Lahore May Mast Chodai. Abhi tak jis nay bhi meri ye dono kahaniya nahi parhi hain main unse request karongi kay wo meri in stories ko zaroor padhain takay aap mere baray may achi tarha jaan lain. Ab main aati hoon kahani ki taraf Aur ye kahani bhi main wahi se

Ek Meri Hi Chahat Se Perhez Hai Us Ko

Ek Meri Hi Chahat Se Perhez Hai Us Ko
Janey Kis Hakeem Se Dawa Leta Hai Woh !!!!!

One night stay in Descent Hotel Lahore Urdu SexyStory 2017

One night stay in Descent Hotel Lahore

Wesay to sab kahanian aik si hoti hain laiken kuch kahanian aisi hoti hain jo insaan ko heraan honay kay saath saath pereshan bhi kar deti hain inhi main say meri aik kahani yeh bhi hay.

Mera naam Omer hay or main aik federal ministry main kaam karta hoon. Last November 2012, main or meray office kay kuch doston nay programme banaya kay Lahore ghoomnay jaatay hain. Meray doston main Tariq, Sohail, Naseer or Zahid shamil thay (Zahid hamaray office ka nahin tha balkay Tariq sahab ka dost tha jo wesay hi saath chal para tha).

I was dead inside!

Rumi (1207 – 1273): I was dead inside!
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Said: “You’re not mad in love;
My house, you don’t deserve!”
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I left and came back mad.
Unreason seized my nerve!
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Said: “You’re not wasted drunk;
Your type, I do not serve!”
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I left and drank, jolly I returned;
My care and concerns, fallen in a curve!
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**&**
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I was dead inside, now look at my verve!
From pain and sorrow, to laughter I swerve!
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The star of Love shined,
Fortune filled my reserve!
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Your heart sees the concealed

Hafez (1325 – 1389): Your heart sees the concealed
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Your heart sees the concealed, you hold the crystal grail.
For the gems you can lose, do not fret and flail!
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Do not let the lowly folk, enter your trove inside.
Open your heart to those, who weigh it high in the scale!
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Not all the trees, survive the spite of the fall.
I kneel down to the pine, whose greenness won’t fail!
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If for the fear of thorns…

Hafez (1325 – 1389): If for the fear of thorns…
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A ruby blood floods in your heart, and flows.
Let it earn you the love- of the one you chose!
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You’ll never breathe- in the charm of the rose,
If, for the fear of thorns, you won’t venture close!
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Why to come and return?!

Omar Khayyám (1048 - 1131): Why to come and return?!
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Summoned up to be, anguished we land;
Unwitting of the source, the ending planned!
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No one knows the truth, in this vast strand.
Why to come and return, to a heap of sand?!
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