An eerie silence had taken over the living room when the nonconclusive altercation was put to an end—it was the silence after a heavy storm. Seemingly, both parties had submitted their conclusion, yet the conflict remained unresolved and grievances unrepressed—and the deadly stillness was an aftermath of shattered hopes and unheard pleas.
Whatever it was, the sorcerers had unanimously decided to keep their eyes fixed on their shoes and utter nothing. None amongst them could come up with any legitimate response. When minutes had ticked by and none spoke a word, somebody had to break the eyes—who could be better than the very incubator of all the tragedy.
‘We are trapped!’ Ayat cleared his throat, shifting his eyes from the polished pair of shoes to his companion’s sullen faces. He expecte
