All Chapters of The King's Sinful Obsession: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Five years had passed. The city of Dhaka had changed dramatically. New flyovers, wider roads, taller buildings. Arian's small apartment remained as it was, but the family had grown. Abrar was now fifteen. Standing at the school gate, he looked like a reflection of Arian's own childhood—sharp eyes, straight shoulders, a hint of pride in his stride. But there was one difference: in Abrar's eyes, there was no venom of intimidation, only curiosity and distant dreams.Nurul Islam Khan was now completely free. His prison term was over, all cases settled. His Abrar Tea Stall had transformed into a small café in Dhanmondi, named Dadar Addda (Grandfather's Hangout). He sat there himself, brewed tea, told stories. Many of his old enemies were now his customers. Some had forgotten their hatred and shook his hand; others still stared from a distance. Nurul Islam paid them no heed. He was now only a grandfather, no longer a monster.Arian had become a partner in a law firm. His

One week after being discharged from the hospital. Abrar had returned to school, but he was no longer the same as before. His friends surrounded him, asking what had happened. Abrar gave no answer. He only said, "My father saved me." That one sentence was enough for him.Today was Abrar's school's annual legal awareness event. The headmistress had called and requested Arian: "Please come and speak to the students about law and awareness. You are a lawyer yourself, and you have brought about a great change in your own life. The children will be inspired by your words."Arian hadn't wanted to agree at first. His old image, his father's past—yet the headmistress said, "Just as people change, so do reputations. You have proven that, Mr. Khan. Let our children know it." Raisa and Nurul Islam also encouraged him. Arian finally agreed.---10:00 AM. The school auditorium.Nearly four hundred students filled the hall. The pandal was decorated. On the stage stood the speaker's seat, with a mic

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 was shivering slightly in the Canadian cold. Raisa wrapped her dupatta around her father-in-law's neck. "Abbu, are you cold?""No. Seeing Abrar warms my heart."Emilie had brought a car—a large silver Jeep. Abrar tried to sit in the front. Emilie said, "You have to sit beside me. You'll tell me stories, and I'll drive."Everyone climbed in. The car moved off. As they drove through the city, Emilie pointed out the sights—the CN Tower, the Skydome, Lake Ontario. Abrar pres

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."

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