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ek choti si love story

    Do chidiyo ki prem kahani ek din female chidiya ne bola ki muje chodker kahi tum ud to nahi jaoge mail chidiya boli ud jaunga to tum pakad lena female chidiya boli me tumhe pakad sakti hu par fir pa nahi sakti male chidiya ki ankhon me anshu agaye or usne apne pankh tod diye or bola ab ham hamesha sath rahenge ek din jor se tufan ane wala tha to female chidiya udne lagi tabhi male chidiya ne kaha tum ud jao me nahi ud sakta female chidiya boli apna khyal rakhna kehkar ud gayi jab tufan thama to female chidiya wapas us ped par aai to dekha ki male chidiya mar chuki thi or ek dali per likha tha kash ek bar to kehti ki me tumhe nahi chod sakti to shayad me tufan ane se pehle nahi marta moral : love exist till the circumstances are good otherwise nobody cares

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