In Sitamgar, we are introduced to a world where trust is a fragile glass, shattered by those we never suspect. The novel navigates through the harrowing journey of a protagonist who faces emotional devastation at the hands of a person they once held closest. Hoorab skillfully builds a universe where the pain isn’t loud—but it’s constant. Where silence screams louder than words. Where sitam (cruelty) isn’t just inflicted physically but emotionally, psychologically, and spiritually.
The "non-seasonal" nature of the novel signifies that life’s biggest storms don’t arrive with warnings—they come uninvited, like a sitamgar, a tormentor who doesn’t wait for winter or war, but strikes when the soul is unguarded.
Characters in this story are layered with pasts, regrets, and secrets that unfold slowly, making you question: Who is the real victim, and who is the real villain?
Hoorab’s writing is poetic, profound, and painfully real. Her storytelling makes you feel—not just read. She captures the dark beauty of betrayal, the numbness of heartbreak, and the flickering light of strength in a beautifully tragic way.
Conclusion:
“Sitamgar – Non Seasonal” is not just a novel; it's an emotional battlefield. It's about the slow erosion of love, the cruel face of unexpected betrayal, and the quiet emergence of strength when there seems to be none left.
If you’re looking for a story that will stay with you long after the last page—a story that challenges the heart and comforts the broken pieces of your soul—then this novel is for you.
Sitamgar Sneak Peak in English
"Go and get changed," he said, glaring at her.
Zara, frightened by his intense gaze, rushed inside.
"Kamil, my friend… it’s your brother’s nikah and you’re just standing here silently?"
He finally composed himself and turned to Kamil, speaking at last.
Kamil had understood his state of mind, but even he now just wanted the nikah to happen.
"Mother-in-law! Is there any sweets here?"
He called out toward the kitchen.
"You see, since it’s my nikah, I won’t leave without sweetening my mouth," he said, a bit playfully.
Sara had also regained her composure by now—and like everyone else, she wanted Zara to leave as soon as possible.
Because if Ujiah Begum’s assumptions turned out to be true, Zara’s life would’ve been ruined.
"I’ll bring it," Sara replied nervously and ran toward the kitchen.
There were some coconut chocolates in the fridge.
She arranged them nicely on a plate and returned.
"Go, girl—go help your sister before she gets martyred in there,"
he ordered Sara playfully.
She rushed inside.
"Oh dear mother-in-law, what are you doing? Let’s sit and have a little chat."
Ujiah Begum was about to get up when Kashan suddenly sat beside her.
He took out his gun and a special knife and placed them on the table in front of her.
Ujiah Begum began to feel visibly uneasy.
"Alright, listen—I don’t know your daughter’s name. Could you please tell me her name and a few other details, so the maulvi sahib doesn’t face any trouble?"
"Kamil, bring the maulvi sahib. This nikah will be done properly."
He gave a firm command before turning again to Ujiah Begum…