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Aslan. I had no idea how long I was standing looking at him. When the burning cigarette touch the corner between my two fingers only then I came back from the shock. “Shhaaahhhh...” I hissed in pain shaking my hand. "Aslan.... so you are Mehmood bhai right hand...I must say... Never thought that you are ' The Aslan'. .. About whom I heard a lot." He declared mockingly. My eyes which were downcast, shot up at him. "I have to do it for the evil-doer stomach" I replied in my support. "No.... No.... Don't blame your stomach... It's your high ambition and undefeatable desire to become rich." "Sir, if I'm doing wrong but you are in no good. You have been partnering with Mehmood bhai and he does no good job. I have worked with him to know his partners and you are no different. And now when they are increasing the share you are not ready to give the percentage. I don't think 30% is more." I tried to make him understand so that the matter gets solved without any blood bath. More
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