Ai ak hasin Kahani,ak gao mhai ak larka rehetha uska name mohon,oh larka bohot shotan tha,oh larka roj bogri charane joggol mhai Jaya korta tha .joggol ke kinare mhai khet tha,khet mhai kisan lok kheti korne jati thi.larka bohut bonmas that. Ek din oske dimag phe ek ida aya .oh chillane laga or jhor jhor she bola bag aya bag bachao bachao.
Oski chillahate sunkar aspas ke khet she kishan lok dor aya . nojdik akar logo ne kuchj nehi dekha .job oh lok pucha shoitan larka hasne laga .kisan use Gali galaj last de kar shob apne apne kam per chali gai. Kuchh din bad FIR aisa hua. Larke ne bag aaya aaya bag kah kar chillaya, aur FIR logo ki daur, sab lok dar ke aane per larke ne Dat
nikal kar hansne laga, kohi baar
usne aisi sharbat ki, aur gao ke lok usse tang a Gaya,
Ek din sachmuch bag aaya , larke ka tab hosh ur Gaya. Usne jor jor se chillane laga, bagh aaya bagh. Bachao bachao. Per agali bar kisanon ne Socha ki yah bhi larke ka shrart hai, isliye koi bhi nahin aaya. Baak ne pahle Mohan ki bakri mein Tut para . Uski baat bad baak ne Mohan ko pakarke dabosa aur maar dala. Is tarah ke jhooth majak ke, parinaam ke roop Mohan ki jaan
chali gai. Isliye jhooth mat bolo.
Hamesha acchi raste per chalo acchi raste mein chalne ki hamesha achcha parinaam milta hai, jhhut ka parinaam sada bura hota hai. Apni Zindagi mein jhoot bolna nahin chahie sacchai ki rasste mein chalna chahie kuivi oh bahut daraanak ho fir bhi sacchai ki rasste mhai chalna chahie. Yah Kahani yahan se khatm hoti hai Meri taraf se ek chhota sa Kahani hai.