(Note: Read parts1 & 2 before proceeding. Part3 is the final part and the climax of the story. Thank you.)







No, he had to find a way.



Safiz entered the cottage.



At one corner sat his wife Begum with tiny Aman on her lap, who was playing with her long unkempt curls.



Amina lay in another more shaded corner, fast asleep, unaware of the dire future she would have to, may be, face in that totally exasperating hour of hopeless poverty.





Presently Begum noticed him.

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