Chapter Twenty Six: Duke And A Hand

Chapter Six: Duke And A Hand

Morning, day and evening was the same thing for the Duke who has returned back to his old habit of going to the bottle when he felt confused, frustrated or angry about something or the other. And this was no different.

He was the only one who had been at the bar since the early hours of the morning. And he was still the same person who drank more than anyone else in the bar. The bottles on his table were even scattered around the floor because there was no space for them in table anymore.

"What kind of life is this?" even though it was drunken stupor everyone in the bar turned their heads to listen to the duke. All interested in hearing what he had to say.

"Who lives this life anymore? Who?" He laughed at himself. "Aunt Mury! I curse you for giving me an impossible task! What kind of task is this?!" According to him children weren't meant for men like him. Lazy men. He didn't want a child because he knew he wouldn't be able to live up to the