The orange gold stretches far and wide, the colour of fire hearths and tangerines. It is but the reflection of the dawn, the promise of the rising sun that comes after the velvety night has had its say and the land has rested once more.
Third person p.o.v
" So this was your pathetic plan ': Rumaisa yelled as soon as she slammed the door open .
An already irritated Asad glared at her sitting on the tool near the kitchen counter .
" Will you lower your tone? '' his eyes blazed with anger .
" You should have used that attitude in today's plan instead here " Rumaisa mirrored the same blazing eyes .
" Oh really " he stood up from his tool " you were there right ?? What have you done ??" He crossed his arms .
Rumaisa blinked , her mind went blank " I - I …"
" Exactly '' he spat, turning
