After a month of fasting, worshiping and repenting for sins, the day to celebrate as a reward came.

It was Eid-ul-Fitr, a lively atmosphere was created in the household right in the morning.

“Zaviyaar! What the hell is your problem, man?! Why do you have to repeat the same thing every year!?” Asad yelled.

Slamming on the door when Zaviyaar was yawning in front of the mirror.

His eyes were barely opened while Aalifa was closing the buttons of his thawb, he especially got for Eid.

“I am coming, dammit! Give me two minutes!” Zaviyaar growled, yawning again, giving his brush to Aalifa who frowned and began to comb his...