PAST

Patience.

That had always been his venomous weapon.

That helped him under all his aspects of life. Utilizing that asset, he followed the line of mourning.

His moment to place his immaculate skills openly had arrived.

He held a devoid yet mournful expression etched on his face while supporting his family which was sobbing terribly upon losing Jafar.

“Jafar!!”

“Control yourself, Mother, you have to be strong for your sons. For us, please,”

Zaviyaar hugged his mother, rubbing her back to soothe her while she was devastated upon losing her husband.

For a few days she left and only the news of him passing away came, shattering her life....