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.....shazta  placed her hand over  Ajmal khan s  hand that was pale and laid limp  on the hospital bed  on  a white  bedsheet  , her eyes  oozing with  love  for him  which he liked so much  about her, her tone  was sweet like honey  soothing him,  all her   positively  nice  qualities   captivated him for life,  her love for him was so  pure and genuine  he forgot  his  first love  whose seeds were  siwn deep within from his adolescent  days, 

Shazta was his  life,  but what made her talk so he felt distant and she a stranger,  he was hers forever  and everything he owned and possessed  was equally hers too, , he had  nothing noteworthy  of his to say in that house except a crazy weird woman  his first wife  always  ready to pick a quarrel  and a girl  of marriageable age,  it was shazya who was blessed with  his two sons  ,  his weak voice  indicated his  poor health,  , shazya  tried to appear  smiling  but within  storms of  deep-rooted  hatred  tossed her mind off balance,,  she  kept  the storm of hate   unreleased  not letting him know  of her emotional condition