In the meanwhile, the eldest son of Fayaz, Adel Khan, appeared on the scene from the behind door. He had gripped a pistol in his hands. He aimed the pistol towards his father and spoke furiously, “What divorce? Daddy! This pistol can shoot …………” Though the son did not shoot down his father yet his hatred for barbers was shot dead. Now he had no notion to cease Assam’s laughter. He was immersed in the sweat of his horrible passions of hatred for Assam or against the barbers. He could not keep himself away from a barber ling. Fayaz was thinking in a lamenting way on his strange marriage decision but by then it was too late.

This is a creepy little horror tale about the fate of a young woman who makes the mistake of a lifetime when she buys a new phone in the local mall. The air is scented with jasmine. Ahead of me is the old playground where we used to play. I don’t look back when I take the picture, but I know they’re there.

The gentle maid, whose hapless tale These melancholy pages speak; Say, gracious lady, shall she fail To draw the tear down thy cheek? No; never was thy pitying breast Insensible to human woes; Tender, tho' firm, it melts distress For weaknesses it never knows. Oh! guard the marvels I relate Of fell ambition scourged by fate, From reason's peevish blame. Lest with thy smile, my dauntless sail I dare expand to Fancy's gale, For sure thy smiles are Fame.