अभिव्यंजना is a Sanskrit / Hindi word which means 'expression of ideas, thoughts and feelings'.
I am a blogger, author, musician and a poet. I write in Hindi, Urdu and English. This particular book is for my Hindi Poems. I also plan to publish another one especially for my English Poem Collection.
I created my first poem when I was in 6th grade / class. It was year 2000. It was a silly one of course. The first poem that won me a prize was " Plantation" (Hindi Poem) and "Adventures of India" ( an English Poem) in 2003 while I was in High School in a Rural Town.

Later I posted some poems in my blog, and at the request of a few Readers created a Separate Blog titled 'Abhivyanajanaa' www.abhivyanjanaa.blogspot.com 
I decided to share my poems here to see the response based on which I may write Novels and Short Stories in Hindi as well.

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8 Words That Confirm That Urdu is the Language of Love

By Ishq Team 
Posted on: 08/09/17

 

 

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Urdu words are strangely familiar yet foreign at the same time. Some of us feel Urdu more than we understand it. When we hear "jiski zubah Urdu ki tarah", we immediately get pulled to the idea of that person, we feel the connection to "kuch toh hai tujhse rābta", even before we've Googled rābta and known what it means. Our tongue tastes Urdu, before the mind registers it, and that is the beauty of our relationship with this language.

From reverberating cries for freedom to hushed proclamations of eternal love, Urdu manages to give sense to all with equal finesse and precision. Especially in matters of the heart, we keep running to Urdu to help us communicate our fragile, most vulnerable thoughts.

Here's a list of 8 Urdu words that can help you express your feelings of love to the last nuance:

1. Uns – infatuation

Aankhon ne kuchh aise chhua, halka halka uns hua
Halka halka uns hua, dil ko mehsoos hua

Gulzar sahib had painted the full spectrum of love with Satrangi re, and one of the colours that he had deftly used was Uns. The word that's more breath than sound – treads lightly on our hearts, and makes it spring with the vibrancy of youth.

2. Qurbat – closeness

tū qarīb aa.e to qurbat kā yuuñ iz.hār karūñ
aa.ina sāmne rakh kar tirā dīdār karūñ

When you read Nida Fazli write tu qarib aae to qurbat ka yun izhaar karun, there's no way you won't feel the longing to be close to your loved one. This two syllable word brings conjures that much electricity in the air.

3. Ba-dastoor – unaltered

Kismat ko hai yeh manzoor kya keeje
Milte rahe hum badastoor kya keeje

Sayeed Qadri had penned, and Arijit Singh had crooned, and we had all lost our hearts once again. In a world driven by change, ba-dastoor stands as a lone warrior, giving refuge to whoever's seeking stability.

4. Muntazir – awaiting

Main yahaan hoon muntazir
Tum wahaan ho bekhabar

Muntazir has ache wrapped in its imagery. No word can capture the power and powerlessness of waiting for the special someone like it does.

5. Justajoo – quest

Tere bin sooni sooni hain ankhiyaan
Tere bin lamha lamha hain sadiyaan

Whether it's Jibananda Das writing in his quest for Bonolota Sen, or Roop Kumar Rathod, looking for his saaware, the essence of justajoo lives beyond space and time

6. Iztiraar – Helpless

hairat-farosh-e-sad-nigarānī hai iztirār
sar-rishta chāk-e-jeb kā tār-e-nazar hai aaj

Feeling helpless and powerless by the power of love is like a drug that they don't sell over the counter. Iztiraar sings this tune beautifully in our ears.

7. Shiddat –Intensity

Itni shiddat se maine tumhe paane ki koshish ki hai …
ki har zarre ne mujhe tumse milane ki saazish ki hai

The universe aligns for shiddat indeed. Nothing but love inspires such devotion and conviction, and no word other than shiddat does justice to that intensity.

8. Rashk-e-Qamar – Envy of the moon

Mere rashke qamar
Tune pehli nazar jab nazar se milaayi maza aagaya

We'd just come through the portal and finally made it to the underworld. But it was different from where I thought it would be. Indeed I had imagined this place as a dead place with no vegetation except that it was all the opposite. There is vegetation, lava streams to replace the water and a blazing sun. As I was looking around, Satan started talking to me.
Satan: "Astonished by what you see.
Me: Not that I had imagined the place a little more dead, which is not conducive to the life of living beings, but it seems to me that it is the opposite.
Satan: Yes, our habitat is not as bad as we think, the only negative thing is the air.
Me: Air? I started to breathe and I didn't notice anything strange.
Satan: This air is harmful to all beings who were not born in the underworld.
Me: What would happen if someone came without having the smell of hell.
Satan: He would be hunted by all monsters.
Me: Does this still have something to do with the Creator?
Satan: Yes, that is why we never go on a plane that does not belong to us, because we risk being chased away.
Me: Since you just said that we can stay in this place if we have the smell of a being from hell, does that mean that I won't be able to see my family anymore.
Satan: Yes, you are now a being from the underworld but don't worry, you will be able to come back, but for that, you will have to become powerful enough so we can not detect that you are someone from Hell.
Me: How long? How long will it take me to be more powerful?
Satan: Since you now have some of my powers and abilities that and you are something that has never been born before, it will take you about 1000 years.
Me: 1,000 years? It's too much time.
Satan: Maybe in Urdu but here if you stay 1000 years it will only be 50 years in Urdu and that's not much time - most living things would take several thousand years. Me: All right, but what does my training consist of?
Author: My character is really going to spend 1000 years in hell and of course there will be leaps in time. Why am I doing this? Because in too many novels of cultivation the mc is in too much of a hurry and refuses to train for so long and I thought it was kinda bad.
Satan: I will now explain to you what your training and your new way of becoming more powerful is all about.
Me: I am listening to you.
Satan: Basically you should have become more powerful by opening the 8 doors that are in your body except that you had to have a human form for this.
Me: Does that mean I will have a human form?
Satan: No, you will not have a human form, but half a human form.
Me: Half-human? Can you explain all this to me?
Satan: Very simple, if you take on human form, you will still have your scales and tail. You'll never be a human being.
Me: It is better to have this body because I will be able to attack with my tail and my scales will protect me. Now how can I become more powerful?
Satan: I was about to come to this if you look at your body you now have a second heart and your inner world has changed. But that's not the most important thing.
Me: What is this more important thing?
Satan (showed my body): The tattoos that are on your body.
Me: Are these tattoos really useful? I thought it was just cosmetic.
Satan: No, these are my greatest pride.
Me: Your greatest pride?
Satan: Yes, in my life I have visited different worlds and I have seen many ways to become more powerful. Whether it's opening eight doors, growing qi or magic, and all kinds of other ways to become more powerful. "
I was astonished by the information I had just received, I knew that there was a different world but that there were different ways of cultivating. 
Satan: "When I visited them, I noticed that even though some cultivation methods made you more powerful, they all had a defect. 
Me: It's normal if as you say these people were so powerful, it's normal that there is a flaw otherwise they would be invincible. But what's the latter?
 Satan: All the attacks they used were launched by their own energy. So they couldn't fight for long because they were running out of energy too fast and that's when I found a small tribe that had achieved something that I thought was impossible. 
Me: What did they do? 
Satan: They could directly use the surrounding elements as energy.
Me: They must be powerful if they could do that. 
Satan: Unfortunately not, they were exterminated because the other peoples of this world thought they were too dangerous. Luckily by watching them I was able to create a way of growing that is identical to theirs. I named it Shamanism. 
Me: What does this have to do with my tattoos? 
Satan: Each tattoo represents an element that exists in the world, for example, disease, lightning. Unfortunately at the moment, you can only have one active, and only after you perform a specific action can you hope to try to activate your second tattoo. 
Me: What should I do? 
Satan: In your inner world there is now a chained urn right now it's open and each time you succeed in opening it you will have a new power. 
Me: An urn and how do I open it?
Satan: I cannot help you, it will be up to you to find it. There your urn is already open by drinking from the water in it, you can feel the elements around you and tie one to your tattoo. " 
So I closed my eyes and walked towards that Grimhold. This one was on the site of my old planet. I was expecting an ordinary urn except this one was really scary. Indeed it was a dark yellow color and was sprinkled with macabre patterns. 
So I approached it to drink what was in it and was shocked by what I saw. Moldy corpses at the bottom of it. The water had turned black with all the dirt at the bottom.
 Me: "It doesn't matter, it's just dirty water, yes, it is dirty water. "
So I started drinking this strange mixture. With extraordinary mental strength, I prevented myself from vomiting. Finally, I emptied the entire urn and once this was done, the urn was wrapped in chains and I found myself outside my mind. I started looking at my body and could see that the tattoo on the end of my tail was illuminated. 
Satan: "Now that your first tattoo is activated, all you have to do is pick a surrounding element and choose it as your first power. " 
My first power I must choose well then, I looked around and the only elements I saw were fire and earth. But suddenly I had a flash of genius, I started staring at the surrounding air. This was going to be my first power. 
Me: "I choose the air of the underworld as my first power. "
Suddenly a typhoon of air formed over my tail and rushed in. Strangely I felt no pain, it's probably because I'm a being from the underworld myself. My tail instead of being a rocky color had taken on a color that was between green and black. 
Satan: "Interesting choice, can you explain to me why you chose that? 
Me: You told me that the air is toxic for all beings that do not come from the underworld. So it'll act as a poison. I think I'm going to focus on disease and poison control at the beginning because my opponent will get weaker and weaker the harder the fight gets so this is the best choice I could think of. 
Satan: All right, now that you are ready, I will leave you here for 1000 years and will only come back then. I hope you will be still alive. 
Me: I will be. " 
As always, he disappeared by taking a portal and I began to look at the burning plains.
Me: "Me Bagir will become the master of disease and poison, my name will be Bagir the harbinger of plague and disease."

English is not my first Language. 

Bagir is a normal snake who reincarnates with the Bloodline of Jormungandr we will follow his story in Urdu and see what he will become.
Will he be the savior or the destructor of everything.
Follow the story and we will see.

Not my own cover.

3 or 4 chapters per week

His plane had landed for more than an hour, and then, after the rest of the paperwork, he was waiting for Murad's son outside the airport, who, according to Fehmida Begum, had left the house two hours ago.

As he stepped out of the Airport, a gust of wind touched his face, reminding him of his past, when she had told him about her departure that night.

"I'm going back to Pakistan tomorrow, forget me, Adam." 

How easily she had said to forget her, but did she ever thought if it's even possible?

The warmth of her memory has again reminded him of his deep love for her.

She is in the same country, what is she doing right now? 

How is she doing in her life? 

Is she happy? 

So many years have passed, by now she must have married someone of her choice...

But this last thought felt like a dagger to his already pained heart and he clenched his fists in jealousy and pain.

"Why aren't you here yet?, come quickly, we are waiting for you," Saying this, Murad Sahib cut the call and turned to Adam who looked drowned in his deep thoughts with a tensed face and clenched fists. It was as if he was thinking about something very hateful.

Seeing him like this, Murad Sahib put his mobile back in his coat pocket and came towards him.

"Adam, what happened? you look tense." At Murad Sahib's voice, Adam looked at him with frowned brows, but when he understood what he was asking, he relaxed his shoulders and shook his head answering. "Nothing, uncle, I'm fine." Adam avoided himself, composing himself.

Murad Sahib also did not put much emphasis on the matter and shook his head. At that moment, Murad Sahab's mobile phone rang and he answered the call after seeing the caller id.

" Hello, yes, we are standing in front of McDonald's." Saying that he hung up and looked ahead. Adam also looked in the same direction.

A young man, who was coming towards them with a smile on his face, and looking at his features, he could tell that he was his uncle's son, about whom he had told him in London.

To Adam, he looked 24 or 25 years old.

"Hello Abu, how are you?" He came straight to his father and hugged him first.

"Wa Alaikum salaam, I'm fine, but where have you been for so long, didn't your mother informed you that you have to pick us up?" Murad Sahib asked in an interrogative manner.


Embarrassed, he put his hand on the back of his neck and spoke."Abu, I was with a friend."

"Okay forget about it, and meet your cousin Adam, and Adam, this is my incompetent son, Zoyan."


When Murad Sahib's gaze went to Adam who was looking at the father and son with a slight smile, he ignored the reason for Zoyan's late arrival and introduced them both.

When heard his father calling him incompetent in front of his new family member, he wanted to say something but at the second moment, he laughed at his insult and hugged Adam before greeting him.

Adam responded to his greetings with the same warmth.

"Uncle Murad told me about you," Adam told him, smiled warmly at him. He still couldn't believe that he was in Pakistan at the moment and that the two men standing next to him were part of his family, whom he didn't even know to exist until a month ago.

"Wait, did you just speak Urdu?" Zoyan looked at Adam with wide eyes, as if Adam was an alien or had horns on his head.

"Why? I can't speak Urdu?" Adam asked at Zoyan's strange, funny reaction. 


"No, I don't mean that. I mean, you were born in London, and you grew up there, and your...."

"Zoyan!" Murad Sahib warned him before he could complete his sentence, but Adam was laughing at Zoyan's strange question. Because this talkative habit of Zoyan was reminding him of his past when he used to be in the same cheerful mood.

"When I was a child, and Baba was still alive, he always spoke to me in Urdu, and then at school, I had an Indian friend, and we both spoke Urdu / Hindi. So speaking this language is not a big deal for me." He explained to him the reason for his fluent Urdu.

"Oh... now I understand," Zoyan said understandingly.

"Enough talk. Now let's go home. Your mother will be waiting for Adam.

At the order of Murad Sahib, the three proceeded towards the parking lot.

Adam was sitting in the back seat next to Murad Sahib in the car, looking out. Meanwhile, Zoyan was telling Murad Sahib about his mother and how happy she was to hear the news of Adam's arrival.

But at that moment, Adam was not paying attention to anything, because his mind was repeating his past over and over again.

The only person, whose face was, again and again, appearing in his mind, her words, her smile, the girl who was the sole focus of his every thought.


Aayat…


Feeling suffocated all of a sudden, he rolled down the car window, and the refreshing wind from outside was giving him a strange peace.

He leaned back against his seat and closed his eyes. And lost in the magic of the cold winds coming from the shore.

The story of a girl who, like every other girl, wanted to live her life like a free bird.
Yet an accident robbed her of all her desires and turned her dream into a nightmare.

If her past came before her, five years later, what would she do?

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .


"I will do whatever I want! Who are you to stop me? Let me go!" She tried to pull her hand away from his grip, but Adam furiously pulled her against his chest. Letting her feel his pounding heartbeat. While he kissed her hair and whispered in her ear:

"You are only mine, my first and only love, and I swear… If next time I see you with him, you can't even imagine how far I can go." His voice was deep, the same as before. And his breath brought a sweet chill to her bone.

Aayat couldn't believe her ears. How could he...

But after saying this, Adam left her standing in a state of shock. And all she could do was to watch him go.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

A love story in which a lover ruined his own love.



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POV MC

'man why is it so dark in here? I didn't think afterlife was so boring... to think I actually thought that it would be fun that I would be able to go to another world and be as evil as I want that I would be strong and powerful...'

'well now that I think about it isn't it a really cliche troupe that before reincarnation the MC has to wait in a dark or white room for a really long time....'

'i don't like waiting.... isn't it also a troupe that you can see your own life to pass time here and I think some MCs actually we're able to control this space after which we deity was summoned out their ass to give them a 'chance'  I want to try that...'

SO I started trying to control this space to do some thing... I was unsuccessful... but it was a good time pass... was is a key word there...

'i really don't want to go into a thinking frenzy like those MCs, it would probably make me sad... I didn't really do anything in my life... like I really didn't do anything fun apart from eating tasty food made by my mother....damn now I am sad... I miss my mom...' 

(some time later)

'fuck! it looks like I won't get a system and I won't meet a god until I tell my story... if some auther is writing this I really hate him right about now... I don't want to... OK FINE I GIVE UP!! YOU WANT A SAD STORY YOU GET ONE MEDIOCRE SAD STORY MOTHER FUCKER!!!'

'ahhh~ that is good, I really needed to get that off my chest, now to my sad story we go so I can finally meet my system.'

now where do I start? I think from the begining should be alright, my name was Hamza, I lived in pakistan, Karachi, I know what some of you might be thinking, where the fuck is that? it is located right next to India, it is not the best city to live in but it is definitely better than hundreds of other cities in the world,

I was born in Karachi and lived all my life in there, I have never gone out of country. ever. but I do know four different languages urdu(practically same as hindi) , english, sindhi, arabic I can only read the last one...
I was a student before I died, 17 years old in college...

I loved reading before my departure from the living and I watched a plethora of anime which kind of explains why I don't have many friends, we Don't have a avid anime community in my country, 

I had good parents they were amazing at there job, we were the middle-middle class income wise, I always had a roof over my head and food on my plate but you know I wasn't really attached to them, never had a good connection with them, I love them whole heartedly I would take a bullet for them but I just couldn't trust anyone with my life, even them. I was molested by a older girl in my school, I was a cute kid you know, that was what made me really paranoid about almost anything, I got over it but I would still get jumpy around people even friends...after that incident I jumped around schools that also made it really hard for me to make friends, it also made it really hard for my younger brother to make friends too bc we changed schools together, I feel sad about that...

I also was a really bad son, I know I disappointed them a lot, it was really emotionally stressful for me for some reason I always thought that I was a burden to them maybe it was because my goals for myself were too high, sometimes I even wanted to kill myself...

up until I discovered anime and novels when I was 13 the first anime I watched was a harem anime named parallel world rapsody something, I actually wanted to know more about that anime after I finished the anime so I searched it's manga and finished reading that after that I read the whole novel of that anime, I LOVED every single minute of it....

who knew that was a rabbit hole? who knew that the deeper I went in the harder it would be to get out?, the deeper I went in the more degenerate I would become... I didn't.

like damn, you know I knew what the fuck cock docking was when I was 13!!! NO ONE SHOULD KNOW THAT!!! I knew ways to make people do what the fuck I want with words!! WORDS god damn it!! I became a amazing liar and that was only the anime and official novels!! then came the ffs... damn that is all I have to say... this is the thing that made up world view, I don't think anyone would say this but if you are willing to learn (like I was) you can learn new and interesting things from ffs you can explore how different people think of a single topic, to say the least reading and watch was my salvation and damnation it made me happy but it also made clear to me the reality of our world...

oh I think I am going into too much details so let me just tell you how I died and end this shit...

so you remember how I said I would take a bullet for my family? well the thing is say that bc I did take a bullet for my father... you see me and my father were going to a wedding of his friends daughter on his bike when two people stopped us at gun point and demanded our bike and all of our cash, I being a idiot thought that I could take the theifs gun from his hand cause he had it out extended towards me in my reach...

so I grabbed the gun and tugged at it and easily took it from the robber and shot him in the head... who knew that the other robber also had a gun?...no me. he pulled his gun out and shot me in the chest 3 times luckily I also managed to shot him in his neck. dead center. he died in front of me, at least I know my father was unharmed and can support my other siblings... shortly after I also died but I managed to tell my dad to tell my brother to make sure and wipe my net history, I really don't want my mom to see any of that...


'now that my mediocre life story is finished, I would like my system or wishes to present themselves to me!...'

nothing...

'YOU MOTHER DUCKER GIVE ME-'

I sense something coming towards me from behind and turn back... it is surprising slow as if it is swimming towards me... it is a light of some sort, it's like a wisp... it stopped in front of me.

[hello, host?]
[why are you... dancing??]
[now you are trying to sing?]
meanwhile I was celebrating my system....

'hell yeah~ hell yeah~ I have a system~ hell yeah~ hell yeah~ I have a system~'

(sometime later)

[if you don't stop dancing I AM going to leave...]

"wait WHAT!!" 
"STOP!! DON'T LEAVE YOU ARE THE ONLY SYSTEM I HAVE!!" 
[then stop.]
"I stopped okay!?" 
[ Alright it's fine, I am humbled that someone would be so happy to see me but everything has a limit you know...]
[now that you have stopped... let me ask you some questions, ok?]
"alright, ask away it's not like I am going to die, I have time for a adorable and cute system, that is going to be mine..."
[...ok, so do accept being my host?]
"...that is it?"
[yes]
"...yes"
[ alright, so I can start bonding with your soul right?] 
"yes, no wait is it going to hurt?" 
[I don't know, I haven't done this before... probably?]
"... ok, try and make it less painful...? I guess"
[as you wish host!!]
[ starting binding with host soul...10% done...22% done...]
as the system said that the 'wisp' started entering by 'body' and stirring around... it was like my soul was clear syrup and the wisp was a green color dye... it wasn't a little painful but it was bearable it wasn't as painful as described in some novels and ffs...
[69% done...]
'nice...'
[100% done, successfully bonded with host]

[would host like to name the system?]

"you don't have one...?" 

[ I don't have my name on my database...]

"really?"

[yes host, system doesn't lie to host, system can prove that by showing honesty percentage...hmmph!]

" ok, I believe you... but I am curious how much is the honesty percentage?"

[I have a 99% honesty setting, bc sentient beings don't like 100% honest things for some reason...]

"oh... that's alright. keep it that way, I can understand why people don't like 100% honesty, certainly don't want you calling me a ugly piece of shit now that you are living in my head... or soul"

[so, host would you like to name me now?]

"oh I almost forgot about that....now what do I call you...how about daisy.... nah, lucy? that should be alright... yeah, system Ifrom now I will be calling you lucy."

[understood, host.

 updating name....

 done]

[ host, now would you like to see your status.]

"yep!"


Such a question made both Xia Jinyuan and Qin Xiu look up and stare at Ye Jian. The student was directly implying that they were worshipping foreigners.
How will she answer this? In what way will she refute and render the student speechless?
The accompanying Pakistani staff also realized that such a question was too sharp and sensitive, and wanted to let another student ask another question instead. But Ye Jian suddenly spoke in Urdu, "It's okay."
That sudden phrase in Urdu made Xia Jinyuan's mouth curve up. She was indeed a little fox. With her intelligence, she's more than able to answer such a sharp question calmly.
Even if she could answer that, the students would try to dig even deeper. There would be sharper questions next.
However, Xia Jinyuan felt that this was an unnecessary waste of time and asked Qin Xiu, "We need to control the time for questions. We need to leave the school by 4.30 pm. It's already four."
His thoughts were the same as Qin Xiu's. Qin Xiu nodded and whispered, "This is the last question. I will speak to the teacher later. Miss Betty is also communicating with the staff around her. When Ye Jian has finished answering, she can leave after taking a photo with the students."
"No photos." Xia Jinyuan pressed his lips slightly and his face had a dull, cold color, "Ye Jian should not have her picture taken in a war-torn country. Please communicate this with the Pakistan staff. The night before, Ye Jian had met with members from the al-Qaeda group. Things might happen if a photo is taken."
Qin Xiu was suddenly reminded of that and responded with a solemn expression. "I wasn't thinking well. We will not take the photo. It will be enough just for her to sing a local children's song with the students that she had prepared."
Standing on the podium, Ye Jian was wearing an exquisite navy blue school uniform, representing the thousands of students in her country. She had a smile as clear as the mountains and rivers, and her dark eyes glowed brightly. "If a festival represents culture, then our country would be a country that accepts and embraces the cultural differences of other countries undoubtedly."
"Passion and hospitality is a tradition that we are good at. Our country has accepted a festival that traveled across the seas. It shows our tolerance for foreign cultures, and we are a country with a broad mind."
"In my understanding, there would never be conflicts between two cultures, nor will they be obliterated because of the other. For example, our Spring Festival in China is also celebrated overseas."
"Is that the destruction of culture? No, it's just a kind of communication, letting more people know, understand and accept it. It brings happiness to more people."
There was a slight pause. She smiled slightly under everyone's gaze and she was standing upright, "Like this student, the language of Pakistan is Urdu, but you asked the question in English from beginning to the end. Does that mean that you have abandoned your tradition and accepted a new culture?"
"No, you didn't. You accepted another country's tradition, just like how my country has accepted Christmas."
What she said before was all foreshadowing. That last sentence was the main point.
The girl who asked the question had her smug look wiped off her face. She was feeling embarrassed and even thanked her sincerely before sitting down under Miss Betty's cold gaze.
Soon, the Head knew about the question and chuckled heartily, "That's why I said that the country would be strong when the youth is strong. Little Ye is not bad. She understands it at such a young age. It's rare."


Through years of abuse and death threats, Ye Jian is not so ready to bid adieu to this world just yet! Fortunately, destiny has granted her another shot at life. Only this time, she is determined to become the master of her own fate and retaliate her oppressors from her previous life. It's payback time.
 
Although reborn with beauty and youth, Ye Jian obviously holds higher pursuits. In this life, she is determined to become an extraordinary commando. No, she does not need love, family, or any affection! 
 
He is born in a powerful family; and step-by-step, he becomes the youngest Major General through his own merits. He is drawn to her every move, despite her repeatedly shunning him.
 
"What you need is love, my little fox," he whispers.
"Get lost! I need bullets!" She steps away.
 
Behold. Let this novel take you through the warm, happy, loyal, and passionate story of the aggressive military couple.

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Introduction

the Era

Jormungandr's calamity

His obsessive love

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Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don't Mess Around!

Pakistan history

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