Real Love story !

Dear my all lovely steemians, today i am going to share a real history of Love ...thats called Real Love .....
So we are not let and i going to now share this story........

Run a rickshaw. I had wished a year ago today. Like me, I brought a poor girl to my wife!

The family of the poor too I used to decorate beautifully. I can see that the wife loves me very much. When I returned home with rickshaw, and for me I also gave water to the bath. I certainly gave up. There is no current in the house, sit down and fan with the fan. With two fans on the hot night, changing the fan Let the wind, the future The story is about two people To make a story, I could not understand when I was asleep.
Rickshaws would take up with their wives. Together they used to make many stories. They used to listen to the saint, they did not know whether the ceremony or party, or the day they were married. I do not know this.
When I was listening to me Wanted to buy a sari for the wife. I love that guy very much I can not. But I can not. Lack of family, day I used to eat a day. So bought a soil bank.

I used to make money on it everyday.
It was a year in the absence of seeing today. This morning, when the wife before leaving the rickshaw When the cook went to the house, I saw the bank of the hidden bank hidden by not knowing the wife and broke it
There are about 480 taka
Has been there.

Before leaving the house I told my wife,Today will be late to return home!Wife will shake his head, it will be good.I went to rickshaw.The market racks for seven days in the eveningI went to the bride to buy a sari.Tonight I will give a wife.Many sarisi turn around I was watching, but I can not say for the price.Finally, I told the shopkeeper,

• What is the price of this clothes?
• 1500 taka
  I have only 480 rupees. So back
  Aslam came out of the market and purchased a sari at Tk 480 from the shopkeepers sitting outside
  Come on.
  Occasionally, if these shops were not there, how much trouble it would have for our poor!I went home in a mood.After a long time, I can give some to my wifeRepeatedly filled with happiness I'm sleeping at night pretending to sleep.I have closed my eyes waiting for the twelve markets.
  Waking up in the imagination world, what would the wife say after giving her to the wife?
  Will be happy?

It's been around twelve o'clock.I called my wife.
In the hands of the wife
I gave up the sardi and said, 'I can not give you anything due to lack of wife, so today I brought your sari. What do you like The wife threw tears, hugging me and saying that I do not want anything, I just want your love.
That's the real love ...

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