Next Morning, 9:00 a.m. ;
Room 1935, Kabul Serena Hotel, Afghanistan ;
"Why do you want to meet the Commander?", Aftaab Ali questioned the man sipping his morning coffee suspiciously. Abram Orlov had confessed to him, his original intent behind getting involved with him, barely two minutes prior to when they were supposed to sign their merger contracts. A name, that could change the entire foundation of his decision. A name, no one was ever to speak of. Abram Ali Fadhil.
"I don't think you will understand, Aftaab Bhai.", Abram waved his free hand in dismissal, "Let's just sign the papers."
"What's the rush? Not many people know about him.", Aftaab Ali insisted on sticking to the topic, "The contract can wait. This can't."
I am sorry, Guys, for such a huge gap between the updates. Actually, I have been working on my Second Novel recently. It's pretty difficult coming up with storyline.
Other than that, my Second Year of College just began, and hence, there's a lot of workload.
So there's a possibility I won't be able to publish consistently for the next few days.
But I am trying my best to write as much as I can. Please trust me. And keep supporting 'The 3 B's', dear readers.
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