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-there  was  nothing  in the  jewelry  box, what ever  there  was  inside  it was  scattered  around  the  box  on the dressing  table, husn jahan  sat  before  the  mirror  admiring  her reflection , she  plucked  out  the  hairpins  from her  hair do which  was a  huge   bun on her  head , her  loose  hair  fell luxuriantly  first  onto  her  shoulder  then to  her  waist  and  then  unfolded  yet  further below