That evening, after returning home, Yugh made a quiet announcement over the dinner table: he had begun working at a business. His father, Mr. Singh, felt a twinge of private disappointment that his son hadn't chosen to join the family enterprises, but he kept his peace, respecting Yugh's need for an independent path. Mrs. Singh, however, was quietly pleased to see him taking initiative and building something separate from the shadow of his past. Yusuf, as always, felt a swell of pride for his brother. 🤟
After dinner, Yugh retreated not just to his room, but to a new space within it. He had converted a small corner into a compact home office. Sitting there, he opened the files he had brought back from the AZ Studio for review.
The warm light of his desk lamp fell on the spreadsheets and project briefs. As he began to methodically examine the documents, a sense of purpose, fragile but definite, settled over him. He didn't know where this new chapter of his life would lead, what challenges or conflicts it held, especially with Anisa as an unavoidable partner. But for the first time in a long while, he felt prepared to face whatever came, armed not with a stethoscope, but with a new determination to understand, manage, and move forward. 👣