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
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