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..salman  stood outside an ordinary house in that low middle class colony, the apparent  condition of the house narrated  a story of lack and depriviation, it was a poor victim of neglect , though beautifully designed  attractive spot yet  uncared for , he glanced vaguely at the door  which had lost all its  real grandeur and rich colour  to the multiple layers of dust stuck on it, he habitually scratched his head and mumbled this us the address all right , mobile shiwed green tick  for location  searched  salman wearily looking around once more walked closer and pressed the bell , a few minutes later a youngush woman emerged from within, she was about seventeen , fair   plump  clad in brown , bright black eyes  were filled with sadness  with supressed  fury