ghr ka bhedi

....it was one  cold  winter morning in Vienna Robert Stine was   facing the winds  holding the paper carry bag  close to his chest was heading towards his house,  he lived in s small flat on the third floor of an old skyscraper,  he made coffee for himself  and sat down to eat his breakfast 

There was a good phase of his life  when he sold  information to different  international agencies,  but now he was paid just eighty dollars by the American, his wife was a bar maid , his life was  rolling on 

He hoped to make  a huge amount  from his latest project for the Americans,   he through a secretary of an American agency  was working on coding machine card chip  copy, walisa was to meet him next day in a park,  he had   been working hard on walisa to agree , if walisa brought the copy  he could  get that desired amount from the Americans 

Tge door bell rang  as he was having his breakfast,  who could that be this hour,  his wife's timings  were  different in the evening,  reaching the door he asked who was there 

Postman,  a most urgent letter 

Robert peeped outside through the peephole , right there stood the familiar figure of the regular Postman