Ek gaon me teen behan rehti thi.Teeno bahut achhi ladkiya thi.
Unme se ek ladki thi Kritika, jiske chehre par hamesha ek khubsurat muskan rehti thi.
Uski do bahan thi.jiska naam ek ka Kanuka our dushri ka Anamika tha.
Badi bahan dekhne me utni khoobsurat to nahi thi,
Par haan _uski smile bahut pyari thi, jisme ek alag hi noor tha.
Gaon ki sari ladkiya ushse jalti thi.kyu ki pura gaon bala ushe pasand karta tha.
Tabhi ek gaon ka adami ushke ghar se gujar raha tha.
To Uski beti ko maila aur phata kapda pahne dekh Uski maa se bole.
"Ishki muskan kitni sundar hai...kaash ye meri beti hoti, to ishe rajkumari ki tarah rakhte."
Ye baat sun kar Kritika ki maa halka sa muskura deti aur boli,
"Bhaiya, mujhase jitna ho sake utna karti hoon.Lekin kya karu...
inlog ke papa mujhe aur hamari betiyon ko chhod kar chale gaye. "
Ye kehne par Kritika ki maa ki aankho me aansu aa gaye.
Teeno benne chup-chaap maa ki baat sun rahi thi.
Ek behen boli,
"Maa ko kitna takleef hota hoga ...ham hi maa sahara banenge. "
Unki inn baaton se maa ka dil bhar aaya.phir wah gaon wala aadmi kuch na keh paaya aur chup chap wahan se chale gaye.
Kritika ki maa ne aansu pochhte hue kaha ,
"Main bhi nahi jaanti kab kya bol deti hoon...
Par mann me daar baitha rahta hai...
Mere teeno betiyon ki sadi kaise hogi?
Bas ye kahkar woh chup ho gayi,
Par uski aankho me abhi bhi chhupa huaa darr saaf dikh raha tha...
Aur Kritika ki wo khubsurat smile,
Jise poora gaon pasand karta tha,
ab uske maa ke liye ek umeed banne wali thi...
Hi thi par Kritika ki zindagi me ek mod aaya.