Dr. Fihar's office. His secretary is chatting on the phone. A very beautiful young woman wearing glasses. Rupavati has a hard look. This girl does not have it. Even the use of glasses and its appearance could not bring difficulty. She is sitting in a chair opposite the girl's desk. Packets of paper and hands placed on both laps. Instability against nature in the eyes. In the end he could not stay and went ahead. Rupavati's secretary is then writing "Rahanuma" in different ways on a small notepad with a pen, and talking! "Rahanuma !!" The girl dropped the cellphone in surprise. "Your nickname is Raha, isn't it?" "How did you ... know my name?" "Not just the name, I know a lot more. Joining your job this month. Your marriage broke up last month. You broke up yourself. They made unjust claims."
Raha's eyes are getting hard with surprise. He said again, "You are the eldest daughter. Your father has been bedridden since your marriage broke down. Your two younger siblings ...
"Stop! Why are you saying that? You wanted to meet Sir, I'll make arrangements." Then he picked up the phone, said a few words in a low voice and put it down. "Go down the corridor, the first room on the left," he said with a hard face.
