Rooh Ka Badla - By Hamza Yaqoob - Urdu Novilians


 Rooh ka Badla Novel By Hamza Yaqoob. It"Rooh ka Badla" (translating to "Revenge of the Soul" in English) is a popular Urdu horror story by Hamza that revolves around supernatural elements, particularly jinnat (supernatural beings in Islamic mythology). The story typically involves themes of revenge, possession, and the struggle between good and evil.

1. *Supernatural Revenge*: The story likely explores the concept of revenge from beyond the grave or through supernatural means.
2. *Jinnat*: The involvement of jinnat adds a layer of horror and unpredictability, drawing from Islamic mythology where jinn are believed to coexist with humans.
3. *Psychological Horror*: Stories like "Rooh ka Badla" often delve into psychological fear, playing on the characters' and readers' deep-seated fears.


Novel Name: Rooh Ka Badla
Writer: Hamza Yaqoob
Category: Horror Story

“So… you know the value of this stone?”

“I know.”

“If you use it… I will be finished. But Sahar… she will live, yes?”

“Yes. But… my soul will be buried with you. And maybe… this is my atonement.”

A painful smile appeared on Zuleikha’s face, like a soul laughing after years of crying.

“Death in exchange for love, Arman. You were late… but maybe this is the end written for us.”

Arman held his silent heart close to Zuleikha. For a moment, Sahar’s scream could be heard—outside, as if she was feeling everything.

The stone’s pulse began to accelerate. A storm arose around Zuleikha. Her scream, her laughter, her crying… everything began to echo. Arman’s eyes closed.

The stone cracked… a white light spread everywhere… and then… everything fell silent.

Sahar's eyes opened, she ran towards the shrine. Inside… there was only silence. There was no Arman, no Zuleikha… only dirt, cold, damp, and a space empty of a heartbeat.

But when she came out, a word emerged on her finger.

"Forgiveness"

The night stood silent on its blackness, as if the universe was also mourning Arman's sacrifice. Sahar sat quietly for a long time in the ruins of the shrine. Her tears would not stop. She had lost herself, not Arman.

With one last hope, she reached Amil before dawn, who was Arman's old friend… and also the companion in the revival of Zuleikha's soul.

He was sitting in an old hut built on a deserted hill, his eyes closed, as if he knew everything.

Sahar caught her attention with the arch of her feet.

"I want Arman back… he was my everything…”

Amil slowly opened his eyes.
"He who perishes in love, he does not return, daughter. He has gone beyond time where words do not reach, only memories remain."

"But you had imprisoned Zuleikha's soul, you must have found a way?" Sahar's voice trembled.

Amil bowed his head.

"Arman has voluntarily left his soul in a place where the body cannot go. He is neither dead nor alive. His last breath was with Zuleikha, and this was his forgiveness, his punishment, and his love."

Sahar closed his eyes.

"So what should I do? How should I live?"

Amil got up, opened an old box, and took out a dusty diary from it.

"These are the last writings written by Arman. Perhaps she is present in them... in your memory. You cannot bring her back, but you can keep her alive—in your heart, in your words, in your life."

Sahar sat down, holding the diary. Armaan's writing was on every page, as if he were alive, as if he were still addressing Sahar.

"I can't die, Sahar... as long as you remember me."

It was written on the last page.



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