Every time I listen to the love story of our mom and dad it feels like God played such a big play to make me cum ....
It was 1995 when a village boy came to town for work, the original urban atmosphere ...
Due to Manodu's short stature, he thought that he would have to return to Vizianagaram in the next few days.
Turning around, he saw a girl selling milk and yoghurt.
Visually love was born his upper mind.
Until then the first time he remembered his age was when he was wandering around the girl like a child,
That he was not yet a child,
He started thinking about his responsibility.
When he first came to town he wanted to marry his three older sisters,
To make enough money for it ..
Since then working day,
The one who sees the baby selling that milk whenever he has time.
Noticing all this, the milkmaid came to him one day and asked, "What story is the boy coming to eat me one day?"
Asked loudly ...
Our father did not speak as much as usual, and the girl seemed to have a heart attack...