Shehzad sat in the wet cold weather in his room against the window watching tge nature in the rain, images of innocent darmann would emerge and disappear in his heart s corner, he would feel he would lose her forever somehow, cursing his luck for giving him a father like his , since morning he was upset on something his father had said and he couldn't make any sense of it and with a spinning head he spent the day to finally call his friend Marco to help find a solution to his problem
Marco too was a rich man's son, both were friends from college time, Marco arrived and was equally surprised at the disturbing matter, Marco suggested he ought to have argued, shehzad explained he had
They thought perhaps it was Father's decaying health , shehzad had refused to agree and his father had shaken up his conscience
His father had said..look shehzad I am getting old and decided to hand over all I have to you before leaving for a long trip, shehzad doubted father wanted to settle down abroad, usually parents test their would be heirs if they are ready to shoulder the responsibility, he was reminded of arranged, akbar, jahangir reflected in him
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