-hashmat ali waited for someone, before him on the table were laid his drinks and all those snacks that go well with drinks , , the old song often heard on the radio-he shall come, he shall come he shall come sometime was on his mind, his eyes shone a peculiar glint , it was not the wait of a casual lover for his beloved which contains some fear, some mixed feelings, some nervousness, some enthusiasm, some anticipation but his wait was different like of a regular hunter who has laid the trap for his prey to walk into the trap unaware ,
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