गरीब ननद के लिए आया, अमीर रिश्ता || Garib Nanad Ke Liye Aaya Amir Rishta || ChaCha Sas Bahoo Nokjhok

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Scene...cooking on the stove near the dustbin
Poem...Coughing) Ajuhhh huh, heat is flowing during the day and even at night.
Sonam...sister-in-law, have you prepared roti? Is there no roti in the plate of mother, babuji and brother?
Kavita...look Sonam, I am so hot, I have taken two rotis from the pan with great difficulty, give them to my mother-in-law and father-in-law first.
Sonam..yes sister in law
Narr...Very close to the dustbin, Kavita was cooking food on the stove and on the same footpath, her mother-in-law and father-in-law were sitting under compulsion and eating. Suddenly, in the middle of the road, in the glare of the road, several band players were walking in a line, playing their instruments, and an expensive Mercedes car. A rich bride was sitting in a lehenga
Ganges.. Looks like someone's wedding procession is going
everything looks so beautiful
Narayan.. with sadness) Ganga has played with all the money.
Those who have been given wealth by God, how much do they spend on marriage, I don't know what kind of house and groom my daughters will get.
Narr.Thinking this, old Narayan's eyes fill with the burden of immense poverty. In this world, there are many rich people and there are so many poor people who have nothing, let alone their own house to live in. Narayan's family was also among them. He spent his days living in the dustbin because neither Pradeep had any businessAnd neither could he earn so much money to rent a house and pay for food that the entire family would sleep in a hut without throwing garbage in the dustbin.
Kavita…crying). Papa, why are you feeling sad? You will see that my sister-in-law will be related to a high family and a good family.
Godavari... daughter-in-law, this happens only in films. In real life, a girl from a poor family gets married to a poor family only. Why would a rich person marry a poor girl and we have no status at all?
Narr.. These words of the mother-in-law pierce the heart of the poor sister-in-law like a knife. She sheds tears of worry looking at her sister-in-law the whole night.
Kavita.., God, of course I got married in poverty but give my sister-in-law a good home and family where she gets only happiness.
Narr.As soon as the sun rays rise, the entire family gets up and starts their business, in which the old age mother-in-law and father-in-law collect garbage and the sister-in-law sweeps the road in front.
Poem??? Sonam, how many times have I told you not to sweep, I and your brother will do it.
Sonam...But sister-in-law, what is the harm in this, let me do it anyway, I am stealing a little.
Narr..just then a man passes by on the road giving an advertisement
man...yellow sister ji
Sonam..what is this sister?
Man... The government has opened a nearby government center for poor girls, where many things like mehndi stitching and computer courses are being taught, that too for free.
Narr. Poem is very happy for her poor sister-in-law
Poem.. When the government is providing facilities to us poor, then you should also take advantage, my dear sister-in-law. Anyway, if you have some skill in your hands along with studies, then there will be no problem in future.
Sonam...ok bhabhi but I have a condition that you will let me help you.
Kavita... You are also very stubborn, okay?
Narr.Kavita quickly cleans the road in the scorching sun and comes to write her name, wearing an old salwar kameez drenched in sweat, where a young, tall boy named Nitin was sitting, then Sonam, hesitating, asking about the sweat on her face, said:
Sonam...slowly) Hello sir, I had to enroll in the course.
Nitin...(in a soft tone) Hanji, tell me your name.
Poem..please have breakfast