Namal | English Version

Part.4

Then they are faced with Hashir

It was several hours past dawn and the sun was still cold. Life so early in a posh area on the outskirts of the city

Even so, he was awake and alert as if he had never slept. It was a high and luxurious palatial house. Outside there were security checkpoints, armed guards, live wires. Inside, the building stood in the middle of a green field, and the lawn would go up and down like high and low hills.

In the lawn, the laborer was working diligently. Planning ahead of a big event, a girl with a blonde bob cut, who had a milky complexion and attractive features, would point with her hand at various places. She was giving instructions to the event organizer

The organizer was diligently nodding his head and taking notes. In the distance a Filipino maid who was good-looking and confident and dressed in a white blouse, skirt and tights. This girl came walking asked smiling in front of her.

"Do you need anything this Sahreen?" Shahreen was telling the organizer how and where she wanted the flowers, she stopped and gave her a weary look. "Just don't come and ask me this question every two minutes." And got busy again. Fiona's smile remained. Left from there. Of course, she was the super-wise of the staff, only then she came to the agency a little far away and stood with Fazil Mads." Is everything going well?"

"Perfect. Well, it's only a week into the party. Aren't we preparing something early?”" Oh ... everyone here is used to working ahead of time and it's Hashim Kardar's daughter's birthday. Not Something common"  . Yuna stated with a bit of pride. The maid turned and looked in the direction of the powerless citizens.

"Is this Hashim Kardar's wife? It is her daughter's birthday?"

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

"And who lives here?" Stealing the maid, she pointed to where the lawn ended in a slope

"There was a small building, as it were.

..... And that is the portion of Faris Ghazi." Fiona made a bad face.

"who is that?"

"Hashim's Phapho son of Sahib's cousin, but that house is locked because Faris is in jail." Then the voice slowed down. "He his stepson

Brother, means he killed the son of his father's first wife and also killed his own wife."

" Oh!" The maid's eyes widened with surprise. "So the family of his murdered brother does not live here?"

"After all, he was his father's son. He was a step brother. Hashim Sahib was a cousin from his mother's side, so they were half-brothers. What is the connection here? When the pleasure of the gossip was over, she turned with a frown.

As soon as the relatives entered the house, his crouched gait became humble. She crossed the living room, in which the stairs could be seen going up, and the roof would come after the four floors of the house were finished, so that the living room would give a very grand impression, then she came into the dining hall and

Head drawn from Curry literature. From here she could see the living room and she could also see her mistress.

She was smiling and walking faster than a bull. She was wearing an English style sleeveless knee-length dress over tights. She had light brown dyed hair that was straight and on her waist and she had eyes like a lioness, her face was beautiful and soft. She was certainly old, but extremely intelligent And fresh addressed

"Good morning Mrs. Jewels"

" Morning "

she would reply with a smile as she put her head on the Queen's throne sitting on the chair and put Fiona on her lap and politely greeted Fiona in a sweet tone.