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Rishtey tudwake ape fayde utha rahe hai, Galat faymioke samandarme unko dhakelke unhe or unki sarparasti haseel kar rahe hai. Unhe zara bhi ilm nehi sayed sachaika.... Woh to bas dusroke jhutko sach mane baithe hai.Woh humeh taqleef deke khush hai saal bharse ab....Sachche dilse riahtein nivanewale ko to humesha dhokehi mile hai. Jab chaha tha sach batana sunna na gawara tha unhe,Kash yeh hum bhi apne suruwatke dinome karpate unse.To sayed alm kuch aur hota jhutse nehi sachse unkawasta hota. Dilto aj bhi kehta hai unhe fikar hai humari aj bhi,Par barbar yun berukhi duaroke behkaweme aake....Yeh bhi to zaruri nehi. Har ekpe viswas hai unka siwaye humare, Isi wajehse unke chahnewale harbar humara gala kate.Ekbar kash bharisa karkw sunlete kabhi woh sari sachchai....To aj in labonse muskan chinneki unpe ilzam na lagte. Naye rishtein jorke unhone uss sache insaanko chora...Jisne aj bhi unka biswas nehi toda. Had hai kisiko gakat samajhneki dusroke behkaweme aake...Aur aggar itnehi aziz they duare to humeh istemal karnwke liye hi sirf kyun jhumare zindegime aaye?Jisne unka saath na chora kabhi chahe dur ho ya pass,Chahe kitnwmbhi zillatein barsayi unohne humare upar din raat.