A survivor, a princess and a murder.
What could go wrong in Alavi?
Everything!
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Banished from the kingdom of Alavi, and hunted down, Fayan was the only survivor of the tragedy that took place in Alavi, where Alavi was completely bloodied
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F o r a guy who was brought up in the posh town of Alavi, who in the world would have thought that his further future would allow him to grow up in the small village of Azaria.
Azaria was not a town nor a city. It was a desolate part of Alavi where the lower caste resided. Azaria was the land given off from the Alavi as a punishment for breaking the rule.
But even surrounded with the cruel words and nasty look, poor living conditions, Azaria was unstoppable. Once people enter, they do not wish to leave the village.
You know how lotus grows in the dirty water, same was the case with Azaria. Despite being surrounded by bad people, they flourish in their own way yet they could nor make their name.
And it was the village of Azaria where Fayan Abdullah grew.
Tended with a kind heart, nourished with rich fibre food, the neighbours children with hands on each other's shoulder welcomed Fayan open heartedly. They would openly allow Fayan to have their toys despite Fayan's refusal.
The car which he used to play back home, he played with a cartwheel on the mud with the children of Azaria.
When he used to sit under the blanket, it was the mothers of the neighbouring children that would wipe Fayan tears. When it was the birthday celebrations, each of the children would receive gifts and even Fayan when he himself was considered an outcast in the village. He was nurtured with love, compassion, and empathy.
When Fayan had thought he had been orphaned by Alavi, he did not realise that Azaria was quick to adopt him and treat him like his own children.
Ten years later, he now stands in front of Azaria. The cultural fest is going around and the whole city had been beautified with fairy light, warm smile, colourful dress. You would be even surprised to see young children wearing kimono like attire like in Japanese and Korea, a long dress with thobe as seen in Arab countries or sherwani kind of dresses as seen in Pakistan and India and many other part. The fest in the village combined the tradition of other with their own spice and made it look beautiful as usual.
Fayan was a bit different now. He had the same facial structure but matured a bit. His round face of the young Fayan was now replaced by a sharp chisel jawline, dimple on either side of his cheeks whenever he smiled, which he rarely did.
His hair was a bit ruffled now due to the wind and his shoulders have been broad enough. His almond shaped eyes can be both piercing and intense and at the same time they possess gentleness and softness .
