Listen ... I can't hang my heart on different pegs! - Sarvanand

- The desert thirsty rose-defeated Patel

- Now you don't need a stick to walk, from now on I will be your support stick!

(Continued from past)

'Doesn't it happen? Won't it really happen? ' I was constantly burning with anxiety. And anxiety is also natural. Me and Sarvanand. We have become one creature! Without each other our minds were left behind. Without seeing it, I would not feel chained, and without seeing me, it would become restless! Our immense passion became the lifeblood of our lives.

But that monk?

Algari Olio?

The man who predicted our marriage?

Her voice struck me. The voice was negative. 'It won't happen! Your marriage will not be possible! ' What did this monk say? We will not get married? Why not And we decided that 'the monk's prediction would go wrong.'

Only my mind was not embarrassed. Listening to the monk's voice, not only me, but also Sarvananda became anxious! What did you say Is this possible?

Listen, monks, our marriage will happen. Will happen. No one can stop us! We are firm! We are determined! Even your voice cannot stop us!

We have decided: to get married, to do. We are not the ones who promise again! Prana goes, but the promise does not go!

Sarvananda na padaye jato. The demands of the girls were coming. Visits were arranged. Good and beautiful girls come with wedding gifts. But Sarvanand has only one thing: 'No!'

'No, that's not it!'

'but why ?'

'No, don't weigh the causes, Dad! The reasons are many! Also say? I don't mind! '

'There must be something!'

'Whatever it is, but Dad, it's not mine ...!'

Again or any bride.

Visit personal room.

'I like you?'

'Yes. What's wrong with you? '

'So I understand your yes? Tell me if. '

'No.'

'Why?'

'I can't hang my heart on different pegs! No, that's not it! You are good, you are beautiful. Be educated. Be cultured. Everything is fine. Anyone can like it. But I have one thing in common. '

'What?'

'Our reunion is not possible ...'

'So no?'

'Yes, not mine!'

The talk was coming to an end.

Jis rah nahi chalna .. uska rasta kisiko kyun pochna? Which is not going by bus. Why read the board? What is the need to ask the address of the village not to go? He told his father Chandra Mohan Choksi: 'Dad, it is better to stop looking at girls. Listen, I'm not clear on this! Why arrange appointments? Not to hear? ' The discussion started in Naat: Chandramohan Choksi's Sarvanand has become very arrogant!

'Don't be arrogant!'

'So?'

'Stupid is stupid!'

'So?'

'Who would want to date a person who can't even spell his name correctly? If only no father would give him a bride! Who gives to the proud? If not, the bull will die ... '

So this side was also my bad Dasha. Mom used to say: 'Twenty-three is over, now say yes somewhere!'

'No'

'Want to stay single?'

'Does your servant need coke? I will continue to serve you as a virgin. What do you mind? '

Sarvananda is firm.

No means no.

Fairy means fairy.

No one but the fairy!

The fairy will be my life partner.

So I'm doubly firm.

No!

Not at all!

No, that's not it!

Sarvananda means Sarvananda!

No one but Sarvanand!

I will be my housewife!

- One day suddenly became an event. The fairy fell from the stairs coming down from the first floor with a slight glance. One of his legs was broken. Admitted to hospital. Orthosurgeon operated: but could not fully recover! She became lame. He started walking with the support of a stick.

Now?

Will Sarvanand make me sad?

Will he marry a bride walking on a stick?

Anxiety only anxiety.

The fire of anxiety was constantly burning. 'What will happen now ?' He used to sting like a scorpion after asking that question ... Suddenly one day Sarvanand arrived! He took the fairy's hand and said: 'Fairy, don't think that I will leave you. Even if you are disabled, I will marry you. '

In just one month, Kankotaris started beating drums. The porch was built. Hand in hand. Mars flew! On Kankuna Thapa Devaya Kamad! And I became my housewife!

To that monk?

Predict it?

We just kept making that prediction wrong. In a private room during the night meeting, Sarvanand said: 'Even if you are walking on a stick, you don't need a stick anymore. I will be your support stick! '