Behroz Khan had arrived early that morning, and even if he hadn't noticed anything else, his gaze inevitably fell on the plants in the lawn. The rose bush was lacking water, the jasmine tree needed more fertilizer, some plants required leaf trimming, and he immediately started instructing the gardener.

"Khan sahab, bas kar dein, woh kar denge yeh sab," Naziya Khan called out, sitting on a chair in the lawn, wrapped in a crimson shawl. She didn't like getting her hands dirty in the soil, but her husband, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and wearing gloves, was calmly taking care of his plants.