When he met her

It was dark and soundless outside, but the atmosphere in Taj house was thick and tensed, everyone was still on his position, no one has any energy left in them to move or squirm on their place.

Ali Paracha’s head was rested on the back of couch, his eyes were fixed on the ceiling, Hadi and Hashim were on the same couch, Hashim wanted to console his friend and cousin but he was at loss of words after what he had heard from him, whereas Hadi was staring the floor, he was tired after telling every word of his conversation with his mother few days before her death.

‘Hadi was working sitting in his office as usual as he does daily when his intercom ringed, he lifted it and answered his assistant, however, when he listened the person on the intercom he was stunned, immediately he refused to talk making excuse of his workload, however, his heart yelped in pain, after many years his mother had contacted him and he was denying, he had the chance to listen to her voice, see how much she has cha