Athan snapped his eyes open, sitting straight up the bed, and took a glance at the same guest-chamber that he stayed in.
Light, not as golden as he was used to but brimmed with cooling effect, cast aglow in his room with a serene ambiance, coupled with clean and stark designs in the chamber left him an impression that he was treated more than a guest.
For now, his mind was all hazy, unable to think straight, and took time to yawn aloud.
'Wait…' All of a sudden, he stopped his tracks. 'That was the first time—I have gotten a good night's rest...'
His body was incredibly light, and with a quick stretch on his back and arms, there wasn't a single sore burned—not one bit in his body.
But a sharp pain bloomed when he tried to think so much of what happened that night. It was like his mind rammed hard and went all mushy.
Although it didn't fail to deceive from his gaze as there, found bruises and marks of any kind he could think of, found on his forearms.
