After Omar had shown Faraaz to the guest room, he led Aisha to his room, designed just the way he liked it. It was tucked in the farthest corner of the beach house for privacy, and the moment you stepped in, they were greeted by a breathtaking view of the ocean. Floor-to-ceiling glass windows stretched across the length of one wall, framing the shimmering turquoise waves like a living painting. Sheer white curtains danced gently with the sea breeze, and the soft rustling sound of the ocean echoed like a lullaby in the silence of the room.

As soon as they stepped in, Omar let out a long sigh and dramatically fell onto the bed face first, making Aisha laugh at his theatrics.