....the tiny translucent green leaves covering the trees declared it was spring once again, roses and jasmine in lush thick abundance filled the floral beds, the air was excitingly intoxicating , the soul savored the nurturing divine nature around, the red brick wall in the old campus against which the girl on whom the beauty of the entire universe had descended stood looking at the people crossing before her , akhjaz sberazi emerged from the campus gate walking towards his car pitifully looked at her, all of them were shocked to see the condition of her house, unbelievable how she had pretended to be poverty stricken, , marble stairs wise apart decorated with tidy rows of flower pots , walls arranged tastefully with art work, , carved furniture arranged casually, the porch full of a wide range of vehicles , every inch loudly spoke of immense wealth, the decor and presence of the house was a severe testimony of a solid family background and high quality life standards
After she returned Mehran and Zoya remained cut off from her
Accusing her of not being truthful to her friends had said danya
But she argued she never had said she was poor, but she was aware she had not been straightforward, she didn't care what others thought of her, she wasn't answerable to anyone
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