"To Whom does this handkerchief belong to? It most certainly doesn't belong to any Pakistani that I should assume that you got it from there." He asked sternly.
"Where...."
"Where I got it from? That's simple, it was stashed in your belongings very keenly and carefully." He said even firmly. I gulped.
"Let me explain, Shehzad...,"
"Khair, you don't need to explain anything and I won't ask you anything because you have your secrets and I have mine. We better keep it that way.
I wanted to speak but he raised his hand to stop me.
"I think that this much conversation was enough for tonight." He said dejectedly. He placed the handkerchief on the table and began to retreat to the living room.
I grasped the handkerchief in my hand.
"You're right. It doesn't belong to anyone whom I know
