Pooja mathu Rani ya Kashtakara Niranaya Kannada Story

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Pooja mattu Rani tale bolisikondi ondu tingalu kaledittu. Avara kudlu chikkadaki swalpa swalpa beledittu. Ondu dina beligge, Rani Hajamanannu manege baralu karedu. Avala tayi Hajamanige taleyannu matte nayavagi boldsikondi, hinde juttanu muttade madu antha helidaga Pooja ascharyachakita vadalu. Rani tanu shashvatavagi bodivagiralu nirdharisiddini, varakomme tale bodisikollutene mattu tanna divangata gandana melina preetigagi tanna bodu taleyannu bolisikollutene endu bahirangamadidalu. Pooja aghatakkolagadlu matte tanna tayiyondige vadisidlu, "Amma, neevu shashvatavagi eke bodiyagabekendu bayasutiri? Adu agatyavilla." antha kelidalu.

Tanna tayi tanna kudlannu matte belesalu matte nashtadinda horabaralu eke bayasuvudilla endu Pooja ge arthavagilla. Rani tanna taleyannu bolisikolluva nirdharadondige vada konegonditu. Rani shantavagi Hazama munde kulitalu, avanu razor balasi avala sanna kudlannu bolisidanu, nantara foam haki taleyannu mruduvaagi mathe bolisidanu. Pooja tanna tayiya balavada nirdharavannu nibhayisalu prayatnisutta nodidalu. Sighradalle Rani bodugundagiddalu matte hunde juttu hage bittidalu, avalu tanna nayavada bodu taleya mele tanna kaiyannu sarisidlu.

Pooja la nayavada bodu taleyu avala tayige bembala needuva sanketavagittu. Pooja mattu Rani bagge kutumba, sambandhikaru matte snehitarinda kutuhalakari notagalu matte mathugalu bandavu. Pooja la college snehitaru avala padhe padhe tale bolisikolluva bagge keluttiddaru. Avaru vasisuttidda samajavu tale bolisikondi shashvatavagi bolagalu ayke maadida mahileyannu endigu svikarisutthirallilla. Pooja mattu Rani kelavu savalugalanu edurisabekayitu, aadare kattina samayadalli avaru paraspara bembalisidaru.

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