Who is your love Where is he?

The niggard youth responds proudly, is not that there is a small pond to enter Tatpara? My love for the wife of one of the owners of that house - the house of Jaffarani in the west bank of the pond. The guy does not understand anything like that. The girl got up and sat in the words of the girl. His wife is today a month ago. The idiocy walked in the market for fifteen days and brought the apple to the market. I hope hopefully if the wife is happy. I go today and see three apple beside her bed. She let me eat it.

The soil started moving away from my feet. You believe in the gift, at that moment it seems that the whole world is a lie, a big big bang The head began to baw. In this world world, all darkness became visible in front of me. I ran like a lion in anger, at home. My sharp droop in my hand. I did not ask any questions, I did not want to know anything.

Just once I looked, for seven days, where three apples were kept, there are two today - and one is not there. I do not know where it happened, I saw my knife in my wife's chest. A helpless scream stopped her breasts- forever.

When my knowledge came back, my life became dry. I have killed I will be hanged. I got scared. What can be done now? Suddenly there came an intelligence on the head. Suddenly, I picked out a box from the bedroom floor. My wife's body was broken into a box.

The carpets and blood in his borkhata had been taken. Both of them were covered in a box and covered with palm leaves and the lid closed. A lock by putting a box on the head and Aslam in Tigris's water.