True to Promise Prashant, was driving to the multiplex humming a song, remembering that incident, that had brought him there. He was the Incharge for maintenance of governemnt residential houses of Government quarters. He was busy that day with his work alone in the his office. Suddenly he noticed two long hands with nail polished fingers over his table. He slowly raised his eyes along the hands. A beautiful, smart woman was standing leaning forward over the table with a paper in her hand. "Sir, please take care of our house too. We are new here." "What is the problem?" He