Brel
He was looking at the entrance to the office from the cabin again and again, was looking for someone or maybe it was waiting for someone... Pratap was his name, he was working on the post of manager, in that company, And he was employed in the same company, Sangeeta,,, A beautiful girl, beautiful but beautiful! Even though the color was beautiful, it was beautiful , it seemed as if a skilled and paralyzed sculptor himself had carved a statue of a beautiful marble with his own hands and made this beautiful idol from beauty. brel > He used to bend his head, came in the office, greeted everyone in his voice, mingled with applause and greeted everyone in his work and greeted everyone at the time of leaving his head bent. Nobody has ever seen him talk in extravagant talks, and no one ever calls him too much, do not know why he is always lost in his own self. Pratap had started wishing for him from the very beginning, but on seeing his simplicity and decency he could never say anythin