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Khatam.
Ek din haweli ke saamne nayi mohalla aaya — ek khushmizaaj aurat, Meera, apni choti beti Pari ke saath. Meera ne dekha ki Chotu aksar raaton mein logon ko hansane ke liye beizzati aur natak karta hai. Log use pasand nahi karte the, par Meera ko laga uske peeche koi kahani hogi.
Ek raat Meera ne jazbaat se poocha, "Chotu, tum kyun shaitani karte ho?" Chotu hans ke bola, "Log kehte hain main 'sasur harami' hoon. Par main unka bojh halka kar deta hoon. Har kisi ke paas apna bojh hota hai — main sirf usse hasne layak bana deta hoon."
Khatam.
Ek din haweli ke saamne nayi mohalla aaya — ek khushmizaaj aurat, Meera, apni choti beti Pari ke saath. Meera ne dekha ki Chotu aksar raaton mein logon ko hansane ke liye beizzati aur natak karta hai. Log use pasand nahi karte the, par Meera ko laga uske peeche koi kahani hogi.
Ek raat Meera ne jazbaat se poocha, "Chotu, tum kyun shaitani karte ho?" Chotu hans ke bola, "Log kehte hain main 'sasur harami' hoon. Par main unka bojh halka kar deta hoon. Har kisi ke paas apna bojh hota hai — main sirf usse hasne layak bana deta hoon."
