1 Prologue

Agha Hamid Ali was walking to and fro in the main hall. There was a thin line on his forehead which was making him more charming look. He has handsome features, half black and half white hairs which were giving him the more graceful look and big deep black eyes fixing on a distant spot at that time. At the door, there were two servants standing, waiting to obey any command he gave. Flames were flaming in the fire place and lightning the hall with a dim yellowish light which was making the atmosphere more fierce. The hall's bid wall clock was striking 2:05am . Agha Hamid looked up at the clock and then muttered something. Suddenly he looked at one of a servant and his deep voice filled the atmosphere.

"Did he tell you anything about his return?" And from the servant's expression, you can easily guess that he had asked that question about many times.

"No sir! He didn't mention anything." Servant told obediently. And he just hummed on these words. Then again he started walking from one corner to another, waiting for something to happen.

Suddenly, a loud noise of main door's opening rang somewhere distant and Agha stopped at his place abruptly, and waited. Heavy footsteps reached at the hall's entrance at last and both servants took a side to make a way for that prince who arrived a minute ago at his palace. He came in staggered as he was drunk.

"Where were you?" Agha Hamid asked loudly and his voice made that prince startled. He looked at him with a surprise.

"You.....you.....you are...talking...to....me?" He slurred as the saliva came out from his mouth. Agha looked at him furiously.

"Didn't I told you one hundred times that not to touch my precious Jeep?" For a moment, he stared him and then burst into a fit of laughter which made Agha Hamid more furious.

"Don't make me ...." His sentence remained incomplete due to the cough. Servant ran and brought a glass of water for him.

"Go to your beloved, cheater and whore wife. Leave me alone!" The prince slurred again in a drunken manner with a lifter finger. And then he turned around and walked away with staggering steps.

That drunken prince was none other than "Agha Wazir Ali".

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