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.... in Lahore  at seven  in the evening  in a two room  apartment  located in alama iqbal  town   the aroma of  cooking food was filled,  nabra azma saima  s hands in the  last  phase  were  moving  faster, , five minutes later  the  door knocked of the flat turned,  saima  quickly sprinkled  green spices over the  mutton  before  going to open the door 

Aslamalequm,  she like any other  woman  welcomed her husband  with a greeting  but  her husband   Hasan s  didn't  respond like other husbands,  it wasn't  just this time but  had been for a long time,,  giving his office bag to her he   without even  glancing at the little  pari sleeping in cot stepped into the washroom,  saima  watching him hung  a long face  twisting her fingers helplessly left standing there   for  quite long time  till  her little  girl s  waking cry drew her attention,  she placed the office bag  in its place  and began making  the feeded holding  the infant  followed by laying the  dinner table  simultaneously,  Hanan  as his  habit was to reach  the dining table    out from the washroom  swiftly,  saima  handed the feeder to anabya and  put her into the cot and turned to serve   dinner to Hanan asking him how was the day at the office  , it was  a casual opening line to start a conversation,  normal  he replied and bent over his food plate