बारिश में गरीब ससुराल वालों ने खाई पहली बार किया Royal Dinner || Poor In-Laws’ First Royal Dinner ||

#बारिश_में_गरीब_ससुराल_वालों_ने_खाई_पहली_बार_किया_Royal_Dinner #Poor_In_Laws’_First_Royal_Dinner #Cartoon_Videos #kahaniyon_ki_gallery (Sandhya ) #animtedstories #hindicartoonstory #cartoonkahaniya #AnimtedCartoonvideos #Hindistories #Hindicartoonvideo #Hindicartoonstories #hindistory #hindikahaniya #sasbahu #sasbahukajhghda #naitikkahanai #stories #newstories #garibkikahani #sasbahuladai #sasbahukalesh hi guys this channel is purely made for fun by using high quality animated-videos in 4k. we are fulloy dedidated to entertain you by our video. if you like the video pleàse share and give your valuable comment and feedback so that we can improve. thank Mitali (30): (Sitting near the stove) Listen, the children's school fees need to be paid... Roshan (32): (Getting ready) It’ll be a while before I get paid; I’ll give you the money when the payment comes in... Just get my tiffin ready. Mitali (30): (Filling and handing over the tiffin) We were low on flour today, so I’ve only packed two rotis. Please bring some flour back with you tonight... Roshan (32): (Calmly) Alright... Narration: Roshan then leaves, muttering angrily while carrying his tiffin. Roshan (32): (Walking down the street) Every time I leave for work, it’s the same old complaint—either we're short on flour or short on lentils; it’s never the case that we actually have what we need at home... Narration: After Roshan leaves the house, Mitali sits silently by the stove for a while. The worry about the children's school fees and household rations is clearly visible in her eyes. Sugandha (55): (Reasoning with her daughter-in-law) Let it go, daughter-in-law; your husband gets angry. He works hard all day long, too. Don't you worry; if we can't arrange the money for the children's school fees, well, we both do daily wage labor anyway—we'll figure something out. Mitali (30): (Sadly) Mother-in-law, I understand Roshan's struggle. But household expenses never end, either. Sugandha (55): (Affectionately) Don't worry, daughter-in-law; trouble visits a poor household every day, but no trouble lasts forever. Ganesh (57): (Rising) Come, Sugandha, we're running late for work in the fields. The more work we do today, the more money we'll earn. Narration: The in-laws set off to work as laborers in the fields. Shortly after, they reach a nearby field and begin working. Ganesh (57): (Working in the field) I’m getting old, yet I still have to toil with my hands and feet for the sake of the children. Sugandha (55): (Lifting soil) As long as my body holds up, I’ll keep working hard. Somehow, the children's household must keep running. Narration: Meanwhile, back at home, Mitali sits alone with her hands folded in prayer, reflecting on her life. Mitali (30): (Praying to God) Oh God, why are we so poor? Why are we so helpless? I can't even fulfill the children's basic needs. Narration: Just then, Pinku and Neelu return home from school. Soaked from the rain and driven by hunger, they run straight toward the kitchen. Pinku (8): (Hungrily) Mummy, I'm so hungry. Please give me some food. Neelu (7): (Innocently) Mummy, I'm very hungry too. Narration: Mitali quickly opens the cooking pot, only to find just enough rice left for two small mouthfuls. Mitali (30): (With tears in her eyes) This is all that's left, children. You two share it and have a little bit each. Pinku (8): (Concerned) Mummy, aren't you going to eat? Mitali (30): (Smiling) I’m full, dear; you go ahead and eat. Narration: Mitali feeds rice to both children and then settles them down after giving them water to drink. Just then, Kirti comes over and sits nearby. Kirti (23): (Distressed) Bhabhi, how long can this go on? Bhaiya’s earnings are meager, and even though Mom and Dad work in the fields, we still can't cover the household expenses. Mitali (30): (In a weary voice) Narendra-ji... I’m fed up with all this too. I don’t know what’s happening with our lives. Why has God burdened us with such poverty? Kirti (23): (Softly) Bhabhi, looking at our situation, sometimes even I can't figure out what the future holds. Narration: By evening, Roshan returns home. The exhaustion and worry of the day are clearly visible on his face. Roshan (32): (Hesitantly) Brother, please give me two kilos of flour. I’ll pay you as soon as I get my salary. Grocer (50): (Irritated) Brother, this is your daily sob story. You won't get any more credit. Roshan (32): (Pleadingly) Just this once, please; I have to pay the children's school fees too. Grocer (50): (Sternly) Your outstanding debt messes up my accounts. Sometimes you pay in a month, other times it takes two. Clear the old dues first, then take the goods. Mitali (30): (Softly) Did you bring the flour? Roshan (32): (Angrily) You don't care about your husband at all. You just want the rations to keep coming so you can stay happy.