Namal by Nimra Ahmed || English version

Chap.2

Then they face the fate. Many hours had passed since dawn and the sun was still cold. In a posh area on the outskirts of the city, life was as awake and alert as if it had never happened. Deh was a high and luxurious palatial house. There were security checks outside, armed guards and live wires. The inside of the building stood in the middle of the minbar and the lawn was like high and low hills. Aman

I believe the employee was not working diligently. Planning ahead of a big event. A male with a blonde bob cut, who owned two Dhyaar Nigat and Danish prints, gestured with his hand at various locations 'Event Organiser'

was giving instructions. Which the organizer was diligently calling and noting in the diary. On the way a flitch-maid, good-looking and well-behaved, and dressed in useful skirts and nightgowns, came walking and saw the girl.

Smile in front and bow your head.

Do you need anything in the city?

Shireen was telling the organizer how to get her flowers and whatever she wanted, he stopped and gave her a disgusted look. Just this name, don't come every two minutes and ask me this question and scrunch your nose.

Fiona's smile remained intact. She nodded her head and left. Of course, she was the supervisor of the staff and was very enthusiastic

I was treated with extra meds by the far agency.

All going well? He examined it carefully.

Perfect... Well, it's been a week since the party. Aren't we preparing something early?

Onbiyan ... Everyone here is used to working early and it is Basham Kardar's daughter's birthday. It's not normal. Afta

said with a bit of pride. The maid looked dead in the direction of the powerless citizens. Yeh Basham is the wife of Kardar? It's Benny's birthday."

Yes, but they have separated, they don't live here, they have come for the party.

And O Jargon remains? When the maid was interested, she pointed to the place where she used to go and end in Wahalwan.

There was a small common building like an annexe.

He... he is the portion of Fars Ghazi. Fai Nane made a bad impression.

Who is wu?

Basham Sahib is the son of Phaphu, but that house is locked. Because Faris is in prison. Then a low voice. He had killed his half-brother, meaning the son of his father's first wife, and also his wife. Oh, the maid's eyes widened with surprise and curiosity. So the family of his deceased brother does not live here? It is said that he was made by his father. Basham Sahib was taken care of by his mother, so what is the relationship of these step relatives here? When the pleasure of the pulp is over, make two mouths and decorate inside. Entering the house, his crotchety demeanor became humble. He crossed the living room, where the stairs seemed to go up and the terrace after finishing the four floors of the house. Thus the living room will give a very grand impression. Then she came into the dining room and bowed her head. The long room could be seen from here and he could also see his mistress coming.

She was walking fast from time to time smiling. At nines, she was wearing a sleeveless English-style dress for hours on end. On the other hand, the dyed hair is straight and was on the waist and there were eyes like a lioness, the face is beautiful and soft. She was certainly old, but extremely smart and fresh

went. She answered with a smile and sat on a two-headed chair with the dignity of a queen. Napkin placed on lap and addressed in a polite Khatri Fi Na Kosher accent

Muhammad Morning Mister Jewels!

Maring

Where are my eyes?

Basham is ready and Noshirvan has not yet woken up.

Jewels replied, pulling the plate closer to her.

Ma'am, your appointment for Fikator tent is this evening. You asked to be reminded." And I had also said that you should do such things in a low voice. With a smile in the same lion, he said, "I'm sorry."

You were making less money. Soori Meem Nafti Ta's Maskar Amat Azn was touched. She quickly removed the lipstick from the napkin, the jewels now on the breakfast plate

I don't like the rudeness of the staff at all.

The door to the first room above the table was closed. The air was perfumed by the smell of incense and perfume on the mandrake. Wood Bang Standing in front of Fasail's glass, the barber was talking. The coat was bought nearby. How is the deceased on the forehead behind the hall?

Attractive black eyes like jewels.

Leaving the barber in the middle, he looked at the time and picked up the mobile, pressed a few buttons and then made a call.

The call to prayer was now slow.

There will not be more. "He said to the board, took off the shackle and then started watching the burning embers. There is no one who should be worshiped except Allah." The voice died. There was silence in the air. Then the bulbul sounded, the trees bowed their leaves and all the creatures engaged in their worship

The prisoner returned the salute. He turned the corner of the place of prayer, folded his cuffs on his wrist and walked to the bars. His face became clear in the light of the tube light. His eyes were golden. Looking at them with narrowed eyes, he gestured with his finger to come towards him.

Muhammad Din approached mechanically. Abd al-Shakur was not so impressed. But he also followed. Clean your ears and listen carefully. He looked at both of them alternately with sharp eyes and said.

First of all, he was not my brother, he was my half-brother. Secondly, my nephew's name is Saadi Yusuf, and lastly, if you call me

During my meeting hours, if you are seen blowing near me, the next day I will guard here in a wheelchair. Did you understand? I am with you right now. Abd al-Shakur moved forward. But Muhammad Din put his hand on his chest and pushed him back saying let him go

Grasse stopped and withdrew.

What... yes? what now Sala nahi tha se Faris cried with a broken jaw and stone eyes. But Muhammed Din barely understood Bajha Karat

was able to remove Faris nodded and turned back. The dawn was spreading slowly.

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