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Wrong number huma urdu digest .., one day he started driving towards his friend s son s wedding , on the turn he was stopped by two policemen on the bike, he lowered his window , they asked him the location of sheikh ramzan, the narrator knew sheikh ramzan lived in his street , he pointed backwards from where he had emerged, but curiousity made him ask why they wanted him, because the man lived all alone and was a very peace loving person, barely sicialized and spoke rarely , The bike driver was a constable and his back passenger a sub inspector, they could not have found the end of the row house in the street without his help, There was a complaint made by a woman on telephone , who gave the number address and the name of the man who was harrassing her Strange the narrator thought because the sheikh lived alone Posted by jyotsnapathania@gmail.com at 8:14 PM No comments: Post a Comment
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