The indelible tale of Revenge and Remorse, Delusion and Deception, Ataraxy and Agony, Belief and Bully, Endearment and Enmity, Silence and Sorrow, Mistakes and Memories...
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The charcoal hued flooring of the dining hall resonated with dominant footsteps of the mid-aged man, displaying both his elevated status and grace simultaneously. The civil twilight was visibly peeking through the elegant white net curtains, adding slightly bluish shades on the floor that served more like a red carpet for him to walk in the dining hall after freshening up.
The cook and servants were hastily preparing and plating the breakfast. The kitchen area despite being a little distant, was open enough to notice the chaos, loudly shouting how unexpected was his arrival that early in the morning. Zaima was the usual incharge of all the set up and it was on her guidance, that a lavish and luscious breakfast was successfully prepared.
Tariq's gaze involuntarily studied the system of his house for a minute before striding forward.
"Where's your boy Zaima? Is he still in bed?" It was a natural question but the underlying skepticism in his tone nearly stroke electricity in her nerves.
"He's out for a walk. He's trying to fix his routine since his new semester started."
She struggled to normalize her expression, despite the fact that her lungs were already running out of air at her husband's so-called surprise.
Tariq raised his brow inquisitively at her.
"Routine?" He chuckled. "Check if he hasn't borrowed new legs from somewhere. That could be the only reason." He added some sarcasm whilst pulling out his chair and settling himself over it.
It felt all great to return back to his leader position. Zaima too released a chortle after she sensed the rarely found mirth in his mood.
"Aren't you getting too suspicious of him? He's only nearly twenty Tariq, you can't expect him to be all robot like you."
She defended while placing the tray of her own made fresh parathas on the table pad beside other breakfast items on the runner, knowing Parathas were Tariq's most preferred meal for breakfast.
She had already braced herself mentally for the upcoming war that was to break out once Iyaad returns with Ayzel.
It wasn't entirely her fault after all to embrace the death all alone.
Tariq gave a full hearted laugh at her comment. He was already accustomed to hearing words like 'machine' or 'robot' for himself since decades.
"I never want him to be one either. Only a sane simple boy will be a lot relief." His strange and foreign ebullience was for the first time cringing her.
Is he really in a good mood? That too today?
Her gaze roamed over him who was now serenely eye-communicating with the smoke releasing parathas. The servants had already finished adorning the dining with french toasts, pancakes, fruits and refreshments, but that still wasn't the green signal for Tariq to eat until...
