...ariba was intelligent, shrewd to judge people, she felt sajadil s admiring eyes searching her ,she became aware of him,she had never stored any other image, his eyes praised her and gave her different projects, she too sincerely loved working on the projects, ambitious as she was sky was the limit, ,she was doing her best to prove herself , unstoppable and carefree, this time she was working on a theme on marriage of women's choice, she had to present a documentary film on the same, she had to go to the specific area to gather information and survey before making notes and write in detail with her own personal views, her days and nights were all keeping her extremely busy in her project,she would listen to the stories of women in the area and would break into tears, how helpless woman is, religion allows woman to choose someone of her choice, she had included religion to add more weight, it was her last day on her project
She lifted her head up to find the office was vacant, nobody was in the cabin, the peon was turning the lights off
She spoke to him if she could hand the file over to sajadil, then she could also go home, sajadil s room was situated upstairs, she began climbing the stairs turning the file pages looking at them, his room was there and the corridor dimly lit, perhaps sur had already left she thought and quickly stepped forward and gently touched the door
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