The black Mercedes drove towards the village limits at high speeds. The high and low rocky road was carved out of the mountains. Every two kilometers there would be a slope. Drypur carefully dried. His face was hard as rocks. The eyes were burning red from the effort. Wearing a black shirt and shalwar, he wore peshawari slippers on his feet, a valuable watch hung from one wrist, and a black thread hung from the other. When he entered the village limits, there was a huge red brick mansion in the middle of the small houses built in the village. While the sun was bright, his complexion was pale. He was sweaty on his forehead from drinking. People gathered outside the Ogari mansion saw him from a distance. People stood on a side and gave way to the car when it arrived. When he stepped out of the car and entered the mansion, a lot of people became upset. His mother and sisters sat next to the dead body of his great father. Seeing him, his mother ran to him and hugged him.

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