Hajra held her phone in one hand and with the other took off her glasses to put them on the open file before her before leaning against the back of the chair more comfortably
Come on hajra appi , why would you remember me anymore, complained ayesha in her stylish manner
Of course I miss you so much, several times I phoned you but never received my call explained hajra in her gently that disconcerted ayesha
Oh, I was kept so busy that's why ayesha became silent
Right, your busy life is open to all, but you have forgotten our magazine
Finally hajr had poured out her silent hurt, ayesha Akhtar was waiting for this precise moment and fearlessly sighed and commented hajra appi your institution is my home I consider, working with others fir tgem is a necessity because contracts are done, now I am free and very soon your publication will receive my zauq e rang through email
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