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....he slept  with his  injured arm paining   , it was a strange kind of pain starting from his wounds to shoot up into his chest, he thought perhaps it was increased winter air, before his breakfast  he decided to put on his jacket,  he took off his jacket from the hangers a piece of paper fell out for his side pocket,  unfolding tge copy size paper he was  shocked,  it was  a  scribbling done in blood in urdu,  a letter from Gonchar, he was  stunned,  thank God Imran wasn't in the room with him  or he would have definitely  linked something funny with the situation,  letter was exactly like a young immature girl would write  idiotically, starting with  romantic couplets  she had stated ..you have saved my life,  the savior is the  master of the life he saves, , sge was offering her life  in return  for being saved,  hero worshipping him

How silly,  he thought she wasn't  thinking of their ages,  annoyed he threw the letter into the blazing fire, he could hear  a noise proceeded by a uniformed man who approached him the prince was coming to see him,  he moved into the annexed room, a doctor was  with the prince,  both  enquired about his condition showing genuine concern,  he  told them  about his   pain , doctor azim  very carefully  removed his bandages and checked his wounds,  he looked  worried, he felt azim  passed some wordless message to the prince