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Death of a love (Episode-2)


Death of a love (Part-2)


On the north side of the Kadaira Beel, the road that is directly connected to the Nizandee Beel, is exactly where the troupe is walking, The sun's heat comes on the forehead of the last afternoon of the month of Chaitra, With the towel removed his body and forehead, but the sweat of the body did not decrease, sitting under the chukai tree in the face of professionalism. No, in this way, if the wife is not come round, to get married, this time, will marry unmarried, fair and beautiful girl, no get married without money, Now, big-money dowry, There have been many losses due to the loss of his wife, Suruj, cash, money, income-improvement which had all ended once, Now have to get married and have to fulfill them will have to bear the lossThere is no shortage of the girl, Suraj's age is not more than twenty-five or twenty-six, it is not difficult for a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl to get married, with her dowry. It's been a long time with a sick wife and no more, What can be done with adoration, a wife can give anything. What are the words of the mouth of leprosy? Now the age of youth, If there is no wife then what will happen to a wife when she is old? Thinking that the elder daughter of the next house is named Khudu, it is not bad to see, but the problem is that both of them were married, otherwise there was a suitable girl, Khudu comes to meet Suruj, they are talking, but love is not. Khudu tried a lot, talking with Suruj hanging the chest, without blouse, Smile wants to blend in with the body, but it does not happen, Suruj big clever public he wants to have fun with the pimples of big breasts and youth of Khudu’s, and what Khudu wants to give is that it can be understood in her behavior often speaking in pointing.
Khudu say,- Suruj, do not want to feel anything, the sickly wife in the house, how do you?
-You come and see.
-Oh, my male of power.
Khudu repeatedly removes chest cloth and puts clothes in the chest, hiding his breasts in the left hand, shows the greed to Suruj, but does not understand that it is her deceit. Yes, the Khudu fiction knows a lot, the last two married have not been able to make the husband's house, if the two are married, then the body is full of youthfulness, and the body is fair. Why not be fair! When bathing in the morning, it becomes afternoon, the bath does not end, Like a thick sackcloth and detergent soaked with soap, face, chest, abdomen and hands, all the body, such as waxed grass on the neck of the cow, with the wool of the cow, even if the Khudu does not satisfy the bath, Though the face has been spotted like a metabolite, the whole body is white like milk. Seeing is greed. Mother makes a lot of bouts for a long-time bath, but nothing happens, after bathing The oil on the head and blond hair, Face with stained little expensive fake snow and powder, now is not the same as the appearance of a face with the body, body color does not match the face color. At the end of the bath again the red lips give the polishing, eat the betel nut, press the teeth and crush the leaves. Look at the rhythm of the girl, Wow! All of the bad habits are there, Bad habit is no exception. The mouth language is also like a flute, It cannot be said that countless how bad language is known. Kudu's mother boasts, Khudu is a very lucky girl, what has she given her divorce? The fate of the girl is good. If you live in a husband's house then there will be no limit to happiness in that house, because the year of the birth of a Khudu, That year, coconut has grown their coconut, The black cow gave the calf and again paid the debt of thousands of money, All of these girls have been born, so the girl is lucky.
One day Suruj called Khudu.
-Why do you divorce your husband?
-The husband did not divorce me. I release to him.
-Why?
Cannot do anything, There is no death. Transit; go to my house at night to talk to you.
The words of the khudu are over and then with an indication of the curved eyes, the smile goes away.

Silent hell (Part-9)

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