sequel of my tale Eclipsed sun
will the sun this time find his happiness or dead should remain dead should have been better
characters belong to their respective houses , images Google and plot is completely mine..
cover courtesy.. M00NXSVN..
Ice watches the young painter looking stumped and irritated in front of him, as Ice like his name coolly order breakfast platter for both of them .. they have again met in the wee hours of the morning, the moment the breakfast service started in this classy deli in the ground floor of his seven star hotel..
Inspite of the painter requesting him to no end about his muse's whereabouts, the previous night , ice had refused to divulge anything and had just cruely walked off from the art gallery giving the young painter only the address of his hotel and an invite for breakfast together ...
The painter had even said in desperation that time, Ice can even take that painting for free .. ice laughs inwardly thinking about the naive pleading of the younger, oh Ice surely will take the painting... it may soon become his spoils of war ..
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Ice chuckles as the other man sitting in front of him, gives him dagger eyes but ice can sense his helplessness seeping through .. Ice savours this feeling , this power he can hold on an individual due to some stupid emotional bond they share with another person .. he likes playing and toying with his preys until the person is begging for mercy and ready to do his every bidding..
" please for the umpteenth time where is he ? Is he really alive or are you fuxkin kidding with me ?"
" Do you think Mr Singto Prachaya I will call you at one of the costliest breakfast joint and have one of the most expensive breakfast platter, to kid with you .. you may be a famous painter but I do value my own time and money."
" I don't care about your boastings about how much you can spend on your breakfast or how filthy rich you are.. I only want to know about Krist.. please I don't know what game are you playing but if he is alive .. please let me know his whereabouts..is he healthy? Has he been kept as some prisoner somewhere ? that man had suffered enough .. ."
" Why will you draw a conclusion that he is kept prisoner somewhere.. your theory is interesting."
Ice smiles smugly as he puts a piece of perfect scrambled egg in his mouth and a takes a sip of his black americano coffee..
Another equally steaming coffee cup before Singto remains untouched.. as well as all the delicious food, Singto wants to punch the man before him, so bad, he hasn't slept the whole night..and Sun had been continuously arguing with him too or advising him not to meet this man alone,adding to Singto's overwhelming irritation and irk..
ultimately they had fought bitterly again and Sun had left him, to catch an early morning flight back to Greece.. this time giving an ultimatum.. He has told Singto clearly that when the ghost of Krist gets down from his shoulder then only come back to him.
And now cherry on top, this man is juggling with him like a constar, but something screams inside Singto, his Intuition says that this man really knows something and the painter should calculatively take his steps around the man who introduced himself as.Ice...
