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.... dusk had descended in the valley,  shamla was  coming down the  hill slope carrying  a bundle on her back  tender green branches  of chest nuts  , her ten year old brother  gulbaz was walking ahead her some  feet away,  he too was  carrying  a big bundle of the green tender branches,  the branches were covered with green leaves  that were the favorite feed of their goats,  extra branches were thrown on the roof  left to sun dry  fir fuel 

As Shamla and  her brother  reached the   lowest  point the sun went up to it's highest,  they lived in gatal  locality  surrounded from all sides by  high hills and mountains  on whose  slopes grew  evergreen trees of pine cedar and  chestnut in abundance 

Both shamla and her brother  every other day climbed up the hill to cut down  greens for their goats and fuel, she was sixteen  and a tribal  and very attractive,  now Both had reached the  locality  walking on the narrow gravel  by the sid of the river  leading to their cottage,  suddenly she stopped,  someone had called her by her name, she turned to look before she was stunned,  her eyes hesitant and rather bashful  a wave of shade  passed away,  a silky feeling   sped up her heart beat,  there stood shah faraz