At the military training center, where the Armed Forces Day celebration was in full swing, he was engaged in casual conversation with his friends. His left hand rested casually in his pocket, while his right hand held a glass of beer, the amber liquid sloshing slightly as he gestured animatedly, Dareen Murano.

His attention was momentarily diverted when he noticed his rival surrounded by a group of women, each holding a bouquet. The sight irked him, and he rolled his eyes in annoyance before turning his gaze away.

Just as he shifted his focus, his eyes fell on his wife approaching him, a bouquet in her hands. Her presence was a welcome contrast to the spectacle he had just witnessed.

"Is that for me, honey?", he asked, a genuine smile spreading across his face. The bouquet in her hands was a simple but meaningful gesture, and it brought a sense of warmth and affection that brightened his mood amidst the day's festivities.