Aakhri mein, jab haweli ki deewar nayi rang se sawar rahi thi, Meera ne muskura ke kaha, "Har koi apni tareef se pehchana jaata nahi. Kabhi kabhi sabse tez chidhane wala dil mein sabse zyada pyaar chhupa hota hai."
Raat ka waqt tha. Shehar ke kone mein, ek purana haweli jhuk jhuk kar khada tha. Usme rehte the Chotu — sab kehte the "sasur harami" kyunki woh shaitani aur shararati tha, lekin dil mein naram. Chotu ki ek hi aadat thi: raat ko chhupkar gali ke kone pe baithe logon ke chhote chhote dukh chhupana. sasur harami series top
Khatam.
Chotu ab mohalla ka hero tha — apni anokhi andaaz mein. Sabne usse gale lagaya aur uski purani hansi ab izzat se boli jaane lagi. Aur Pari? Usne seekha ki naam se logon ko janchna theek nahi — kahaniyon mein hi toh sachchi pahchaan chhupi hoti hai. Aakhri mein, jab haweli ki deewar nayi rang
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." Usme rehte the Chotu — sab kehte the