Ek chhote se hall mein shaadi ki reception-party chal rahi thi..
tabhi dulhan ne apne Papa ke haath mein ek chhoti si cheez di..
Papa ne uus cheez ko haath mein le kar dekha,
aur unki aankh bhar aayi..
uske chehre par khushi ki lehar daud gayi..
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Mehmaan, ye sab dekh rahe thhe..
achraj bhari aankho se..
fir
kabhi kabhi dulhan ko toh kabhi dulhan ke papa ko, toh kabhi ek dusre ki aur dekhne lagey..
aur fir
andar andar ek duje ko puchne lage..
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Dulhan ke papa ne jab dekha..
ke hall mein suspense bhara mahaul bann gaya hai,
aur log ab unki aur ummid se dekh rahe hai,
toh..
unhoney bhed kholna chaha..
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unhoney MIKE haath mein liya
aur bole -
"Ladies and Gentlemen, aaj yeh meri life ka ekdam lucky din hai.."
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fir dulhan ne jo cheez di thi, woh haath upar utha kar mehmaano ko dikhateu kaha-
"aaj meri beti ne, finally..
finally mera credit-card muje wapas lauta diya hai.."
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Bhedbhari baat kya thi, woh jaan kar kuch Hall mein maujuud mehmaan, thahake maar kar hans diye..
toh koi kehmaan bass, muskura diye..
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Agar koi tha purey hall mein, jo na hans pada tha, ya na muskura raha tha..
toh woh tha bass...
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bechara Dulha..
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