Zara lives in a stately manor -Champa House, one stormy rainy day she has missed the point from where she can get conveyance home, her friend Ayeshah is carefree, careless young woman, who drags the nervous Zara into the open car driven to a halt splashing rain water in front of them deep in the mango grove by the side of the lane, dripping they take obligingly this lift by a total stranger with transparent glassy golden stare, on their way home ayesha makes fun of village men, zara is expecting one relative from he grandmother"s connections, the man drops them at their mansion saying, one can be good, not everyone is equally good, nor everyone can be like you, turning his eyes from glassy to stoney
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