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The castle like two-storied Mirza bhavan has two rooms in one part of the roof , while the rest part is empty. The roof is always locked. And Firoza Apa has the key to that lock. The entire family lives in rooms arranged in rows across two floors. Entry of outsiders except family members and staff is generally prohibited there. On the ground floor, adjacent to the large dining hall, is the library room where Mirza Ghulam Ali occasionally conducts official work. People are whispering that Mirza Ghulam Ali will be a candidate for the next MP election from his village Faridpur. So, starting from jobs, asking for help in various matters, people come to him with various petitions. He met the visitors in that library room.

Mirza Ghulam Ali was sitting in the library calmly turning the pages of a book and sipping coffee. His elder son Mirza Aleem is a very soft and delicate person from childhood. All fluffy feelings are strong in him. While studying, it was found that as easily as poetry entered his head, numbers did not enter as easily. He started studying Arts. After completing his studies in English literature from Dhaka University, he is currently teaching in a college. He has no attachment to anything related to worldly money. A nominal meal to survive, a little shelter and a favorite book is all he needs in his life. Mirza's empire or business does not run with such saintly people.

self-contained Mirza Aleem fell in love with a girl in university. Then what usually happens in the case of such people, the same happened in his case. The girl got married before the bud of love blossomed. What if you can't express your love openly, as a devoted lover's duty, he never got married in life, Fills the notebook by writing failed love poems and Sighs. He even published a book with a fake name . The title of the book is "Cactaser phol". Even if someone mistakenly makes mention of this book,he shyly avoids it. He knows that no one at home knows about its team, in fact, his father and younger brother knows everything.

But everything is on one side and his way of not getting married is on the other side. He is about thirty-five years old and after repeatedly asking him to marry Mirza Ghulam Ali now has lost all his hopes. If the pressure gets much he just runs away from home. Returning a week later, he always have a crow like appearance. Sometimes he goes for tracking in groups. He lives like himself with his bohemian lifestyle.

Middle son Mirza Azim always dreamt of being a doctor since childhood. After passing his medical degree, he took a vow of social service and went to the village.

He had a lot of trouble with his wife Jasmine about this. Jasmin, who grew up in an upper class family in Dhaka and studied in America, got married in a family style. Their fathers lived together and were friends for many years. Jasmine, the only daughter of Imran Hyder Khan looked after her father's business but left everything after marriage and accepted her husband's madness and moved to the village. Battling mosquito bites, scorching heat and mud in patches of the monsoons, poor her could not last long there. She came back to Dhaka* after being sick, seeing her condition, Mirza Azim did not dare to take her to the village again. Tuktuk was born within two years of their marriage. After the birth of her daughter, Jasmine herself did not dare to go to the village. A few days later Azim died in a road accident on his way back to Dhaka from Faridpur.

However, Mirza Ghulam Ali sensed the son's style as a father at a very young age. Realizing that he would not be able to do business with his two elder sons, he inculcated the dream of becoming a businessman in the mind of the younger son at a young age. And following the line of heredity, the younger son was unrivalled in learning-intellect-courage and patience from an early age. So he spared no effort to make his son eligible as the heir to his empire.

Today, in the eyes of the little boy, he saw the forecast of the storm. As he has a little more weakness for this boy, he also has a great deal of guilt. He sent his son to boarding school at an early age. He was very calm and was very fond of his madhuma. At that time, he was forcibly sanded to a boarding school. The stubborn boy obeyed his father's words to the letter and became competent in all aspects. However the wound in his heart never healed but got even more serious, so much that he doesn't even wants to go beck to home.

He stays at home for a very little time , that is also like a lonely seperated island.

** Dhaka\= Capital of Bangladesh

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