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Chapter 35: Foreign Soil, One's Own People

作者: Xavier Night
last update 公開日: 2026-05-16 10:00:01

The sky of Canada was clear. As soon as they set foot in Toronto Pearson Airport, Abrar started running. The fatigue of the ten-hour flight seemed to vanish somewhere. Blue sky, tall glass buildings, people of white, black, brown, and yellow all around. Abrar's eyes grew wide.

"Father! Does everyone speak English here?"

Arian smiled. "Yes, son. You know English, so you'll be able to talk."

Nurul Islam walked slowly, carrying a small bag. He had worn a Punjabi and wa
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  • The King's Sinful Obsession   Chapter 42: The Legacy

    After seven years, everyone had gathered again at Dada‑Abrar's Tea Hangout. But this gathering was different. Abrar was now a university student, twenty‑one years old. The shop was no longer a stall, nor even the small two‑storey building. It was now a three‑storey café named Abrar's. With his grandfather's old recipe and his own acumen, the shop had become a landmark in the city. On the ground floor, fast tea and snacks; on the second floor, a space for socialising; on the third floor, quiet corners with books of poetry and gentle music.Today, the shop was hosting a reunion of old and young. His father's old friends had come. Arian was now the head of a law firm. Raisa was no longer just a writer; she was also an advisor at a private university. Zarif and Mayra's family was thriving; their son was ten, named Adnan. Emilie had returned from Canada and settled back in Dhaka, as feisty as ever. Tasnim was now a successful management consultant; Anonnyo was a doctor

  • The King's Sinful Obsession   Chapter 41: The Throne of Power

    Five years had passed. Dada‑Abrar's Tea Hangout was now famous throughout the entire city of Dhaka. The small stall had transformed into a large shop—a two‑storey building: the tea shop on the ground floor, and Abrar's small library upstairs. On the walls hung old photographs—Arian, Raisa, Nurul Islam, Abrar, Zarif, Mayra, Emilie, Tasnim, Anonnyo—all in one frame. As if a single, colourful family.Today was a special day: the fifth anniversary of Abrar's tea shop. From morning, the shop was being decorated. Raisa was putting up flower garlands, Arian was blowing balloons, and Nurul Islam was reminding Abrar of the secret recipe for making tea. Zarif and Mayra arrived. Emilie had flown in from Canada. Tasnim, Anonnyo, Sajid, even Principal Sir and Mr. Rahman were present.Abrar wore a shirt and trousers today, with his grandfather's shawl over his shoulders. His hair was combed. He had grown up a lot. He stood on the shop balcony, looking at everyone. In a low

  • The King's Sinful Obsession   Chapter 40: The Final Turn

    Today was Abrar's final exam. He woke up at half past seven in the morning to find everyone in the house already awake. Raisa was making payesh in the kitchen; Nurul Islam sat on the balcony with his prayer beads in hand. Arian was packing Abrar's school bag. Abrar stood there watching the scene and smiled a little."Father, why are you packing my bag? I'll do it myself.""Today is your last exam. I thought I'd help a little. Do you have a problem with that?"Abrar ran and hugged his father. "No, Father. Just stay beside me always. Please."Arian wiped his eyes. "I will, my son. Always. Now go take a shower, eat your payesh, and go to school."Abrar went to shower. Raisa arranged bowls of payesh on the table. Nurul Islam called from the balcony, "Abrar, I've said my prayers for you. You can do it."---At ten o'clock, everyone gathered at the school gate. Before entering, Abrar looked back at his parents and grandfa

  • The King's Sinful Obsession   Chapter 39: A Rain-Soaked Afternoon

    An afternoon in the month of Asharh. The sky had suddenly turned black. Abrar was just tidying up the chairs and tables at the shop when a torrential downpour began. The streets emptied in an instant, and water leaked through the shop's tin roof. Abrar moved inside and stood there. Nurul Islam was holding the tea kettle, arranging cups."Dada, it's raining!""I can see that, my child. You'll get no wetter than me. Take those cups inside."Abrar ran and saved the cups. Arian was returning from the office; caught in the rain on the way, he arrived at the shop drenched. Raisa also appeared with an umbrella. Abrar saw his parents and shouted, "Father! Mother! You're here too?""We came to drink tea at your shop," Arian smiled. "Can we sit?"Abrar quickly arranged four chairs. The four of them—Arian, Raisa, Nurul Islam, and Abrar. Tea cups in hand. The rain still hadn't stopped. Water splashed through the gaps in the roof, and occasionall

  • The King's Sinful Obsession   Chapter 38: Dreams in a Tea Cup

    Since Abrar's shop opened, a new breeze seemed to be blowing through the neighborhood. The small stall named "Abrar's Dada's Tea" was on everyone's lips. Some came to hear Dada's old stories, some came to taste the tea made by Abrar's hands, and others simply stopped by to find a moment of peace.One morning, a journalist arrived at the shop. His name was Farhan Ahmed, a reporter for a major daily newspaper. He was startled when he saw Abrar. "Are you Nurul Islam Khan's grandson?""Yes, sir. Would you like some tea?"The journalist took the cup of tea in his hands and took a sip. His eyes widened. "Extraordinary! I want to see your grandfather."Nurul Islam was sitting in a chair at the back, reading a newspaper, a cup of tea in his hand. Abrar called out to his grandfather. The journalist approached and greeted him."I want to hear your story, sir. From the old monster to the grandfather of today—how did you change?"Nurul

  • The King's Sinful Obsession   Chapter 37: Abrar's Shop

    Abrar was now fifteen. A ninth-grade student. Every afternoon, a few small tea stalls sat outside the school gate. One day, Abrar asked his grandfather, "Dada, do you see those stalls? Friends gather there with cups of tea. I was thinking—what if I opened a stall there in Dada's name? How would that be?"Nurul Islam was surprised. "You want to do business, my child?""Not business, Dada. I want my school friends to taste a bit of Dada's tea. Everyone loves your tea. I've also learned to make it—from you."Arian said to Raisa, "Abrar is following in Dada's footsteps now. Does a monster's blood hold so much love?"Raisa smiled. "I told you long ago. He will change. The seed of light exists in their blood."---The next day, Abrar showed Arian the empty space beside the school. Arian leased the spot. Nurul Islam got a small table, a few chairs, and a tea kettle made for Abrar. They put up a signboard: "Abrar's Dada's Tea."

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