[116] The story of Nur al Din and his brother Shams al Din… (Episode - 27)

I have thousands of salutes on your feet, give me your hand. Free me from the clutter of the stomach, the God. Hasan put his hand in his pocket. Frozen furrows spread over the table. The servants and the Mujrowali people gathered and took away as much as they got. Everyone shouted out, this is our pot.

Kumbha became angry for the rage. As the monkeys ragle in their head, they twist their faces, smack their faces, beat themselves with their cheeks; The girls started looting Someone or someone approaches him. The hawk throws up the whisper in the hearings, threatens to beat, and enjoys the girls. There are many ways to disturb. A girl came and said, 'Oh, why are you laughing?' Do not you see, our hunky banyei crying mourning Bibi. Boanei Saheb what he will say. Your future wife has got the sky in the sky. Why would you mind her

The laughter fountains are small. One is saying, take a bucket with a roll, measure it. Our humming bug length is several inches in length. How much is better than Hussain Mehboob?
And a girl says, what is the need for a fitt? Mehboob's knees will be shorter than Kumbota.

People do not say dumbam hands on the moon Seeing it, it's too big. Bamonato batai, then hunk again. The monkey goes to bananas and has eaten apple. Marrow broom.

Now the orphanage begins. Each time he came out of the new dress, he sat round the clock round the clock around one and a half times. Every time he came face to face with Hasan. This is the main practice according to the tradition of marriage.

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