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...Gloria was lady in black  , looking tired  sipping  her hot coffee   disbelieving  it the love story that had begun three years ago in lower mall was  at it's dying end  , next morning   stepping  on the  lawn of the  magnificent  mansion   that wasn't going to  lead her to meet  qadil afridi   who was  shattered by her father's   demise,  last night  in black  dress  and red eyes from crying   sat in the  big spacious lounge,  , right after such a long time when again he looked at her  flames of old love  set ablaze,  but she wasn't the girl  hasn't Hasan had  loved,  this one was someone wealthy   and the girl he had loved  kept  account of  small money  of tens and hundred rupees  seriously sitting down  to calculate  as if her entire life depended just on that,  that girl  in the old campus  in these times also  used  a mobile device with old fashioned buttons,  , this could not be the same girl who was so frugal,  

After the funeral   danya ushered the mourners  to a peaceful quiet room , her room , and what a room it was  ,  the room belonged to someone with rich taste,   expensive paintings decorated the  walls , awesome carpets covered the floor,  amazing  pieces  surprised everyone,  , soft snow white sofas were inviting,  , like a  mud lamp unable to withstand the winds his heart  gave up, he  found it irresistible and  stepped inside the room,  the ceiling was  a specimen of  money spent on it