The envy of men…
Mr. Nazeer Ahmed, wakes up slowly. His eyes open gradually. His arms and legs stretch. From the blurry yellow light objects begin to take form. He rolls slightly to his side and is about to drop out of his bed when his body orders the eyes wide open and his hands to flail out. One leg in air the other still in bed, he catches himself on the bedpost.
What? This isn’t my bed. This isn’t my room. Where am I?
His eyes are greeted with a very bland sight of a room. The paint...
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