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were staying with, who*s sucked the last drop out of you?"

Iswar Singh lay panting on the bed and said nothing, Kalwant Kaur boiled over with rage, "I asked you a question,1 Nho was she 9 the slut 1 That c,..-s.....1 That mother-"

Iswar Singh answered in e tired voice 9 "No one^Kalwanti9 no one 5 believe me,"

Kalwant Kaur placed her hands on her huge hips and said with determination? "Iswar Syan, I intend to find out the truth tonight. Swear by the Guru himself that there's no woman behind tnis affair."

Iswar Singh opened his mouth to say something 9 b"it Kalwant Kaur stopped.him short, "And before you swear, remember that I^n a daughter of a Sikh^ too. I1!! cut you -co pieces if you lie. Now 9 swear by the Gurus is there a woman behind this?"

Iswar Singh's u^ole body was in mortal agony as he nodded his head in assent.

Kalwant Kaur went corplebely mad. Rushing to the corner 9 she picked up the kriDario and peeling off the sheath like the skin of a banana 9 she jumped on Isvar Singh. In an instant blood was flying in the air 9 splasning over the walls of the room, But Kalwant^ anger was not yet satisfied^ like a wild cat she began to pull Iswar Singh^ hair 9 all the while obscenely cursing her unknown rival. After a momenta Iswar Singh spoke in a weak voice 9 "Forget 119 Kalwanti^ let it go now," His voice was a fathomless ocean of sorrow, Kalwant Kaur moved back.

Blood was gushing from the wound in Iswar Singh's throat and was falling on his mustache. Ee opened his trembling lips and looked at Kalwant Kaur with eyes that reflected both reproach and gratitude. "Jani9 you were very hasty.•.still.•.what happened is for the best,"

Kalwant Kaur^ jealousy was still aflame. She shrieked 9 "But who the hell was she? Your mother?"

Some blood fell on Iswar Singles tongue. When he tasted 119 his whole body shivered a litule. "And I...and I murdered six mother-f...... Iiuslims vith that s^ne krijoanj"

but there was only one idea in Kalvant Kavi^s rnind^ the identity of that other "woman o "I asked you who that bitch was

Iswar Singh's eyes had lost their lustre^ but now they kindled a little. "Don't curse the...." he said to Kalwant Kaur.

"I ask you? who was she



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