My Tormentor, My Saviour

His Posture

Roaming in his car till midnight, he finally turned his car in the direction of his house. The inside of the car was filled with smoke which was indicating his constant smoking.

Finally, his car stopped in front of a huge gate. He puts his hand on the horn and then forgets to slide it down. The gate was immediately opened.

After passing through a long driveway, he stopped his car on the porch with another car.

"Fazal...." He came out of the car, shutting harshly the door of his car and called Fazal.

"Yes, master." With a bowed head, the servant quickly stood in front of him obediently.

"Where were you dying? Since long I was giving you horns...." He yelled at him.

"Master I.... I quickly opened the gate....." But before that Fazal can complete his saying, he fell on the floor with the impact of a high slap.

"Are you reciprocating in front of me....till now no one dares to use his tongue in front of Sikandar Shah...." On his roaring, all servants left their respective works and stood in front of him trembling with fear.

He was now harshly beating Fazal. And Fazal was crying and begging for mercy from his cruel master. But no one has the courage to save him from the cruelty of his master. Sikandar Shah, after kicking him with a leg for the last time and trampling his foot with his boots on him and giving a sharp look at all servants, moved forward.

After their master left, all servants ran towards Fazal, who was still lying on the floor, whimpering in pain. They took him to his servant quarter.

Sikandar Shah walked briskly and passing through the TV lounge on his left, he went inside one of the three rooms. After coming to the room, he took a long breath.

Losing the knot of his tie, taking off his shirt and tie, and throwing it harshly on the carpet, he stood in front of the dressing table.

"No........" Till long, he was staring at his red-shot eyes in the mirror as he shouted and ran his hand on the table and threw everything down. In all these, some were his most expensive perfumes, which were now turned into pieces of shreds lying on the carpet.

"Why.....why, why it happened only with me ....?" In a state of madness, he was shouting and throwing everything on the floor.

"What was my fault? Why I was punished....? Why it happened with me....? I hate you, I hate you.... I loath myself.... I will never forgive you.... never ever....." He picked up the vase of flowers from the side table of the bed and threw it on the mirror of the dressing table.

And the voice of the breaking of mirror resonated in the whole room. But still, his craziness wasn't ending. He clenched his hair in tight fists and then went to the washroom to take a cold shower.

Perhaps he was angry with himself. After taking shower, when he came out. Everything was present on the floor in its scattered and demolished form, same as him and his soul.

For him, it was a harsh and horrific night. And in that, there's no possibility of sleep coming to him. Taking lazy steps, he lay on one side of his king-sized bed. He put one pillow on his ear as if he was trying to quell the voice of questions originating in his mind.

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He was sound sleeping on the bed when a knock on the door forced him to get up. Rubbing his eyes, he came to the door and saw Farid standing outside.

"Good morning, sir." Remembering his master last night's wrath, Farid was hesitant while speaking.

"Come Farid." After his permission, he entered his room. But after looking at the condition of his room, his head in truth got dizzy. Everything in the room was broken and scattered on the floor.

"Farid....." He, who was efficiently involved in maintaining and correcting his room, was startled and looked at his master. Though the servant had almost did his work in maintaining his room.

"Yes, master...." Folding his arms on his front and bowing his head, he stood behind Sikandar, who after taking a shower, was looking fresh was standing in front of the mirror and combing his hair.

First of all, Farid has to bring a dressing table from another room and put it in his master room.

"Bring the breakfast into my room....hurry up..... within five minutes....."

"Ok, master...."

Farid was his very special and loyal man. He always accompanied him in all his work outside of his office.

After sprinkling perfume on himself and ordering him, he sat on the sofa to wear his shoes.

Exactly right after five minutes, Farid served him his breakfast in front of his table and then involved himself in cleaning his room. This time again, the voice of his master reached his ear.

"When I come back I want the setting of the room completely change.....throw this all dirt outside...." Farid gazed at his master with silent eyes and nodded his head.

He was eating his breakfast very keenly.

The last night of Sikandar Shah is nowhere seen to be now. That Sikandar Shah, whose cruelty and barbaric behavior make victim the life of an innocent, couldn't be found now. He again unwillingly took the curse of innocent life and wrote it in his life.

That Sikandar Shah was lost in the darkness of the night. Now, this is another Sikandar Shah, whose face was looking satisfied and there was not any single indication on his face about the incident of the last night.

After getting free from taking breakfast, Farid helped Sikandar in taking on his coat. He grabbed his bag and walking behind him, he came to the car and took the driving seat.

Sikandar Shah, after sitting in the back seat of his car, hides his beautiful eyes by wearing goggles. His car running in a speed reached its destination and stopped in front of his office building.