"The kebabs turned out to be really delicious. Thank God," Safira remarked as she took a bite.
"Hmm, you're absolutely right. But if you have them with naan and raita instead of plain, they'll taste even better," Grandpa commented on Safira's words.
"How much of the painting is done now?" Grandpa's gaze shifted to Hannah, who was eating the plain kebabs.
"It's almost complete. I'll give it the final touch after I get home," Hannah assured him and then refocused on her kebab.
"Finish your food quickly. We need to head home—your parents must be breaking clocks while waiting for you," Grandpa said with a laugh.
"Not sure about Dad, but Mom will definitely be mad since we came without telling her," Hannah said.
The wind was strong at the beach, carrying the scent of sand and seawater, perfectly blended with the aroma of barbecue—just like the warmth of freshly made chicken biryani.
The restaurant's atmosphere was lively, filled with families enjoying the beach and barbecue. This place always brought a deep sense of peace to Hannah's heart, and it was that very tranquility that allowed her to complete her paintings.
That's why when Grandpa had said, "Do what you always do," she had, like always, joined him and Safira at the beach.
White bungalow:
Knock knock.
Haris knocked on the door of the room.
The door opened, and...
There stood a 25-year-old boy with brown hair and green eyes. Anyone could tell at a glance that he was the spitting image of his mother.
"Brother, you?!"
The boy said with excitement and quickly hugged Haris. The two brothers embraced for a while, then walked into the room together.
"Brother, how did this sudden surprise happen?"
"Why, Haroon, didn't you like the surprise?" Harris said with a playful smile.
"No, brother, it's not like that. Actually, it's good you came; I was thinking about you," Haroon said, as he walked over and opened the glass window on the wall in front of his bed. His room's window opened up to the rose garden.
As the window opened, a fresh breeze flowed in, carrying the sweet scent of roses and night-blooming jasmine.
Haroon took a deep breath, savoring the fragrance, then turned to look at Harris.
"Brother, Mom planted night-blooming jasmine for your liking. This is the first time she's broken her rule. Now, her rose garden has turned into a rose-mine garden," Haroon said with a smile.Haroon winked at Harris and said.
"Hmm, I was also surprised to see that Mom planted a flower other than roses in her rose garden," Harris said.
Saying this, Harris walked over to Haroon's wardrobe.
"Oops!" Haroon muttered to himself quietly.
As the wardrobe door opened, Haroon's eyes first landed on the rows of shirts hanging inside. Then, he noticed the thobes and, finally, the shoes, growing more and more surprised with each glance.
Got it! Here's the corrected version:
"It looks like I will have to lock my wardrobe before going anywhere from now on," Harris said sarcastically, looking at Haroon, as he had taken all of his clothes.
"Well, brother, the thing is, when you were in Morocco, I had to attend a lot of events for the office, so I was forced to bring some of your clothes here," Haroon said, trying to act all innocent. But Harris knew all about his mischief.
"Some? Seventy percent of my stuff is here!" Harris complained.
"By the way, you know Dad is arranging your marriage, right?" Haroon said, trying to change the topic and distract Harris from the conversation about clothes.
"Really? Then you can keep all these clothes."
"Don't refuse, I'm giving them to you willingly, especially after hearing such great news!" Harris said, expressing his joy, and then motioned for Haroon to come closer for a hug.
"Really?! Brother, you're joking, right?" Haroon was overjoyed and couldn't believe how easily he had escaped Harris's questions.
"Yes, brother, of course, come here for a hug, it's such happy news!" Haroon said, and as soon as he hugged Harris, Harris grabbed him tightly.
Then Haroon tried to escape, and with great difficulty, but he succeeded. Soon, both brothers began playfully showering each other with punches.
But what was surprising was that while they were playfully hitting each other, they were both laughing uncontrollably at their childlike antics.