....nazish was stunned to see a stranger sitting in her house watching television comfortably, could that be the serial killer, her feet became heavy and unable to lift, her mind filled with danger signals, her fertile imagination was killing her, , she frozen on the last step of the staircase, a chilling shiver ran down her spine, her eardrum was beating loudly, before a scream could escape her lips the man turned to look towards her saying it was her Mrs Azar if he wasn't mistaken he looked questioningly at nazish
What matters who am I to you , suddenly she found herself gaining strength of courage , who was he, her voice firm, what was he doing in her house
He was a man in mid forties, dusky complexioned, rather tallish, an old cut scar on his chin , clad in brown trousers, blue shirt and a jacket he looked well built
He said he was waris mir, he politely stood up, , he introduced himself was a well wished of her husband Azar, wasn't she nazish
Waris mir s cultured tone , nice countenance and polite demeanor impressed her and she was forced to lower her guard and said gently he was right she was nazish, in fact she was apologetic for her behavior because she had never seen him before, it was puzzling her how exactly did he manage to enter her house when she had herself locked the main gate
He explained he had come to see Azar on a most serious matter he had pressed the door bell when the power cut started, disappointed he thought of knocking at the door, because he had to see Azar or he would have lost a huge business deal so he banged the gate and it was then that he felt an odd feeling
What feeling asked nazish in a flow
He gestured towards a sofa before him and asked her to relax before he explained everything,
Nazish who had become so nervous to see someone never seen before sitting in her house listening to him speak changed her mind, she sat down some distance away from him, both could watch television set in front of them, the news Channel was on and he took no time to switch to a business channel