qatil masiha

....this story  started  in s most strange manner,  it was a foggy morning,  Imran was accompanying him, , one of the resident  of Imran  s  neighborhood  an old man was admitted in the hospital,  they were going  to see him, , reaching the main road they got stuck in the  traffic,  long lines of vehicles  stood unmoving,  , they both sighed briefly  to cool off their helplessness,  , that day another  of  strange  thing unfolded  , , Imran could  expertly  ip read people  talking,  he had several times  exhibited his skill in the past,  , perhaps fir some readers it is a new term,  lip reading isn't a fictional or imaginary   word,  it is a modern  technique,  , one learns to watch people carefully  speaking  but the voices are not carried  to the lip reader but  what is being spoken is  understood,  how one speaks,  his way of talking and  body language  perfectly conveys his conversation,  it's not easy  but  still  there are lots of people deeply interested in learning this art of lip reading,   many of them became expert   masters of lip reading  and   thrilled  tgeir audiences 

So we were speaking of Imran junior,  vehicles were  stuck in a traffic jam,  some feet away from their  vehicle  stood a new model of blue  station van , all it's windows were shut, a pretty  golden blond  stylish  and wealthy sat in the back  seat perhaps she was in her early thirties,  she was  speaking to the driver, , Imran  casually looked at her, Imran silently  gestured him not to disturb,  meantime the blue van crawled  a bit forward,  Imran  in a dazed  way  turned to him and said  the fashionable lady was  speaking about a murder,  he was lip reading