from previous....

......he stood right inside the lounge, it was dark , the room was filled with cigar smoke, a man in cream sofa sat watching  him,, just for a moment  kamran couldn't  recognize this man, this was the man in whose each and every move elegance  showed, his nunnery of walking talking and dressing  was highly  stylish,  but now ge was there in a crushed  crumpled  dirty dress  , unshaven,  ungroomed, eyes were red  as if painted in a pigeon, s  blood, eyelids heavy and swollen,  he was sikander bakht the coveted foreign minister