It was a crisp, ordinary morning when Priya set out for the bustling local flower market, a routine she knew like the back of her hand. Amidst the vibrant blooms and the gentle hum of vendors, she carefully inspected each flower, seeking the perfect blossoms to grace her shop.Lost in the aromatic sea of petals, her phone suddenly rang, jolting her from the tranquility of the market.

With a curious mix of anticipation and hesitation, Priya answered the call. The voice on the other end brought news she had been eagerly awaiting – the dealer had finally secured a new location for her shop. Her current spot, though familiar and cherished, was no longer ideal, and her lease was coming to an end.

As the conversation unfolded, relief flooded over Priya like a warm embrace. She sighed deeply, a mixture of gratitude and excitement washing away any lingering doubts.

After carefully selecting the flowers she needed, Priya swiftly made her way to the location the broker had urgently mentioned. In bustling Malaysia, finding the perfect shop location was no small feat, and Priya wasted no time, booking a cab to whisk her through the city streets. The cab ride was a blur of honking horns and vibrant city life, but Priya remained focused.

Arriving at the  spot, Priya stepped out onto the bustling sidewalk, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves. The building before her had a modest yet inviting storefront, with large windows that assure ample sunlight for her flowers.

The broker, a sharp-dressed man with a welcoming smile, greeted her warmly.

"Good morning, Priya! I'm glad you could make it," the broker said, extending his hand in greeting.

"Good morning! Thank you for arranging this so quickly," Priya replied with a grateful smile, shaking his hand firmly.

They entered the shop together, and Priya's eyes sparkled as she imagined her flower arrangements adorning the space. The broker guided her through each room, highlighting the shop's potential and amenities.

"This area here would be perfect for your display, don't you think?" he suggested, gesturing towards a spacious corner bathed in natural light.

Priya nodded enthusiastically, her mind already racing with plans for the layout. "Yes, it's wonderful! And the lease terms?" she inquired, eager to finalize the details.

"We've negotiated a favorable lease agreement that includes maintenance and utilities. I believe it suits your needs perfectly," the broker assured her, handing over the paperwork for her review.

As Priya reviewed the contract, a sense of excitement bubbled within her.

With a decisive nod, she signed the papers, sealing the deal that would mark the next chapter in her journey.

Standing amidst the echoes of her future shop, Priya couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the opportunity ahead. 

As Priya stepped out of the newly secured shop location, her mind buzzed with plans and anticipation. The vibrant streets of Malaysia enveloped her, bustling with life and energy. Amidst the crowd, her attention was drawn to a commotion nearby—a man, impeccably dressed and surrounded by a few disgruntled employees, was berating them loudly.

"How can you be so irresponsible? My car breaks down in the middle of the road—it's disgusting!" His voice carried over the bustling street, filled with frustration and entitlement. Priya observed as he pushed one of the employees, causing the man to stumble, barely catching his balance.

Instinctively, Priya rushed forward to help the middle-aged man regain his footing. She steadied him with a supportive hand, her expression a mix of concern and disapproval. "Are you okay?" she asked, her tone firm yet caring.

She added "how mean someone can be" she remarked towards ram,

Before the man could respond, the well-dressed stranger continued his tirade, oblivious to Priya's assistance. He pushed his sunglasses down his nose, glaring at Priya with a hint of irritation. Her remark about his behavior towards the employees seemed to strike a nerve.

Ram paused, his gaze lingering on Priya's back as she turned away, visibly disappointed by his callous attitude. The moment hung in the air briefly, the bustling city noises forming a backdrop to their silent exchange. With a dismissive sigh, Ram turned on his heel and walked away, the employees following in his wake, still visibly shaken.

One of the workers, who had nearly stumbled moments ago, hurriedly caught up to Priya, nodding gratefully. "Thank you for your help, ma'am," he said sincerely, his voice filled with relief and appreciation. "He's not usually like this. I apologize for the trouble."

Priya offered a reassuring smile, her empathy extending even to those who worked for such a man. "Take care," she replied softly, watching them disappear into the crowd. 

As Priya watched Ram walk away, her phone rang again, pulling her attention back to the present. Glancing at the screen, she saw it was her mother calling. 

Priya Where are you ? 

She answered with a smile.

"Hi, Mom! I'll be home soon for lunch," Priya said warmly, her earlier irritation fading. "Just finished up at the new shop location."

"That's great news, dear! I'm making your favorite for lunch," her mother replied, her voice filled with love and warmth.

"Can't wait! I'll see you soon,i have a news to share with you" Priya said before ending the call. She hailed a cab and made her way back home, her heart light with the excitement of the day's events.

When she arrived home, the familiar scent of her mother's cooking welcomed her as she stepped inside. The cozy house was filled with the comforting aroma of spices and simmering vegetables. Priya walked towards the kitchen, the heart of their home, where she found her mother bustling about, expertly preparing lunch.

Her mother, a petite woman with silver streaks in her hair and a gentle smile, looked up from the stove as Priya entered. "There you are! How did it go?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"It went really well, Mom. The new place is perfect, and I signed the lease," Priya said, her excitement bubbling over as she leaned against the kitchen counter, watching her mother work.

Her mother paused, turning to give Priya a heartfelt hug. "I'm so proud of you, Priya. I knew you would find the right place," she said softly, her embrace filled with love and pride.

Priya smiled, feeling a surge of gratitude for her mother's unwavering support. "Thank you, Mom. I couldn't have done it without you," she replied, pulling back to look at the array of dishes being prepared.

Her mother laughed lightly. "Nonsense. This is all your hard work. Now, go wash up. Lunch will be ready in a few minutes."

As Priya shared the excitement of her day, her mother listened intently, her heart swelling with pride and joy. The sparkle in Priya's eyes and the enthusiasm in her voice were testaments to her hard work and determination. Watching her daughter thrive brought immense happiness, yet beneath that happiness lay a lingering melancholy that always shadowed her heart.

She longed for Priya to have all the happiness in the world, yet she knew that fate had not always been kind to them.

A single tear escaped her eye, a silent testament to the depth of her emotions. She quickly brushed it away, not wanting Priya to see. The tear held years of worry, Despite the pain and challenges, seeing Priya's joy brought her a profound sense of relief and contentment. Her daughter was happy, and that was all that mattered.

With a deep breath and a gentle smile, she stood up from the table and returned to the kitchen. She stirred the pot on the stove, her movements steady and practiced, finding solace in the familiar rhythm of cooking.

After a delightful lunch filled with laughter and conversation, Priya and her mother decided to extend their quality time together by watching a show. They settled onto the cozy living room sofa, the remnants of their meal cleared away. The afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow through the windows, creating a serene and inviting atmosphere.

Priya fetched a tub of their favorite ice cream from the freezer, bringing it back to the living room along with two spoons. "How about we indulge a little?" she suggested with a playful grin.

Her mother chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Sounds perfect, With the ice cream tub between them, they took turns digging in, savoring the sweet, creamy delight.  

Priya sighed contentedly, snuggling closer into her mother's embrace. "This is nice, Mom. I missed spending time like this with you."

Her mother smiled down at her, her eyes twinkling with affection. "I missed it too, Priya. These moments are precious."

As the afternoon faded into evening, the mother and daughter remained there, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and affection. The world outside seemed to pause, allowing them this perfect slice of time where nothing else mattered but their bond and the simple happiness of being together.