
Savita Ki Himmat Mitti Mein
’Par Savita galat kaam ke aage jhukne wali nahi hai. Uske naram haath kaanpte hain, lekin irada pakka rehta hai. Ek jhatke mein, apni maa ki cheekh ko nazarandaaz karte hue, woh uthti hai aur emergency chain kheenchti hai. Train cheekhti hui rukti hai, choron ka santulan bigadta hai. Bheed mein do chor darwaze se kood padte hain, shaam ke andhere mein gayab ho jate hain. Teesra, ek patla sa aadmi jiske gaal par nishaan hai, itna khush kismat nahi hota. Yaatri gusse mein us par hamla bolte hain, use daba dete hain. Savita haanfte hue khadi hoti hai, uska seena tez saanson ke saath uth raha hai, jab bheed uss chor ko baandh dete hai.