"I have two months to bring ten more admissions to school, and if I fail, I will lose my job. These private schools suck blood." Asad, a Hindi teacher, said while dining.
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"There are too many schools in nearby villages and towns. It's practically impossible to get the task done." His wife Sanjana stated.
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"I think I should get into some work!" Sanjana suggested after a while." No way. We can't risk life!" Asad disdained.
"I will cover my face; I will fake identity." Sanjana tried to convince him.
"Once caught, we will again meet in hell!" Asad is stressed.
"Okay, fine, please don't be upset. We need to find an alternative soon," she said.
"Asad, I have come to the village to examine my farmlands. Now it's rainy. I can't go back to my town. I'm coming to your home." Asad's friend Ali settled in a nearby town running a small supermarket, said on the phone.
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"Fine, take care!" Asad locked Sanjana inside a room and welcomed his friend inside.
"Why did you lock every window? Don't you feel like enjoying the weather?" Ali asked.
Asad smiled.
"BTW, why is that room locked always? I mean, though, it's the only property you have; it has a hall, kitchen, and two separate rooms." Ali is curious about changes he has been noticing in Asad's house since last year.
