Pooja aur Rani ka kattin sankalp Hindi Story

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Ek mahina beet chuka tha jab Pooja aur Rani ka mundan hua tha. Ab unke sir par chot chote baal aagaye. Ek subah, Rani ne naayi ko ghar bulaya. Pooja tab chauk gayi jab usne suna ki uski maa ne naayi se kaha, “Mera sir phir se bilkul chikna kar de, lekin chhoti math kato.” Tab Rani ne bataya ki usne nishchay kiya hai ki vah jeevan bar takli rahengi — har saptah mundan karayengi, aur apna takla sir apne swargiya pati ke prem ke prateek ke roop mein rakhenge. Pooja ashcharyachakit ho gayi aur ma se boli, “Aap hamesha takli kyon rehna chahti hain, maa? Yeh zaroori to nahi hai.”

Pooja samajh nahi pa rahi thi ki uski maa apne baal phir se ugakar aage badhna kyon nahi chahti. Baatchit ant mein Rani ke dridh nishchay par samapt hui — usne apna mundan karane ka taan liya tha. Rani shaant bhaav se baith gayi, aur naai ko apna sir mundne diya. Naai ne ustre se uske chote baal saaf kiye, phir foam lagakar sir ko bilkul chikna kar diya. Pooja chup-chaap dekhti rahi, apni maa ke mazboot nirnay ko samajhne ki koshish karti hui. Kuch der baad Rani ka sir poori tarah se ganja ho gaya tha, peechhe chhoti chhodi ko chota sa kaat diya. Rani ne apne haath se apne chikne takle sir ko chhukar mehasoos kya...

Jab naai jane hi wala tha, tabhi Pooja aage badhi aur usse kaha ki vah usko bhi takli karde. Rani chauk gayi, “Pooja, tumhe yeh karne ki awashyakta nahi hai. Tum jawan ho, tumhara bhavishya ujwal hai,” usne samjhaane ki koshish ki. Par Pooja taan liya tha. Naai kuch der ke liye jhijhka, use samajh nahi aaya kya kare. Ant mein Rani ne anumati di, lekin kaha ki Pooja ke sir par chhoti na rahe. Naai ne uske baal saaf karte hue ustre se uska sir chikna kar diya. Pooja ne apne sir par haath phira kar ek ajeeb sa ekta aur apnapan mehsoos ki — maa ke saath dukh aur samarpan dono baantne ka. Rani ka takla sir, jiske peechhe chhoti thi, uske pati ke prati uske bhakti aur prem ka prateek ban gaya.

Pooja ka chikna takla sir uske maa ke prati prem aur sahyog ka prateek ban gaya tha. Pooja aur Rani jab bhi bahar nikalti, log unhe utsuk nazar se dekhte, kuch log tippaniyaan bhi karte. Parivaar, rishtedaar aur mitron mein bhi unke baare mein charcha hone lagi. college mein, Pooja ke dost aksar usse poochhte, “Tumne apna sir phirse kyun mundvaya?” Unke samaj mein mahilaon ka takli rehna sada sweekar nahi kiya jaata tha. Pooja aur Rani ne kuch katinaiyon ka saamna zarur kiya, par ve dono har kathin samay mein ek doosre ka sahara bani rahi.

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