Later in the evening, Mirshad packed his things and made his way to Baba's house. As he arrived, he found that Baba wasn't there, but Jabir was ready to guide him through his new environment. Jabir took Mirshad to their shared room, showing him around and explaining the essentials: the layout of the room, the bathroom, the kitchen, and everything else he needed to know.
"If you're hungry later, I can show you the main kitchen where Mary always cooks for us. It's always great," Jabir said with a smile.
Mirshad nodded, appreciating the warmth Jabir was offering. The two went to the kitchen, where Mary, the family's Filipino maid and cook, was preparing dinner. She greeted Mirshad warmly, offering him a cup of tea and asking about his preferences.
"What kind of food do you like?" Mary asked.
"I like Indian food," Mirshad replied, "but I'm also okay with Arabic food as long as it's not too bland. I want to feel the spices."
Mary laughed, "Don't worry, Baba likes spice a lot, so I'll make sure to prepare something spicy for you too. Jabir doesn't really like it though," she added.
Mirshad turned to Jabir with a curious smile, "Why don't you like spicy food, brother?"
Jabir smiled back, "I can handle some, but not too much. I don't want to regret it later!"
Just as they were laughing, Jabir's phone rang—it was Baba. After the call, Jabir explained, "Baba wants us to come with him to the driving school. He's there waiting."
Mirshad was taken aback. "So soon?"
"Yes," Jabir answered. "Baba is very powerful. He can get things done quickly. I got my license in just one hour, so you should be able to do the same today."
With that, they left for the driving school. Upon arriving, Baba told Mirshad to hand over his national ID, and after that, Baba instructed them to wait outside.
As they waited, Mirshad turned to Jabir with more questions. "Tell me more about Baba's family. What's their story?"
Jabir's face softened as he shared, "Baba's family is very kind. They don't have many relatives here. They grew up in the UK, but Baba's father was a citizen of this country, so after he passed away, Baba moved here with his family. He had two children, but both of them died in an accident about a year ago. It was the same accident that killed my father. After that, Baba came to India to visit me. I was in a tough spot at the time, really alone. My mother died when I was born, and my father raised me. But when he died, I had no one else. That's when Baba took me in. He's like family to me now."
Mirshad listened intently, his heart touched by Jabir's story. "Don't worry, brother," Mirshad said, his voice firm. "You're not alone. I'm here for you, just like a brother."
Tears welled up in Jabir's eyes, and he pulled Mirshad into a hug. "Thank you, bro. That means the world to me."
Mirshad patted his back, reassuring him. After a few moments, he pulled away and asked, "So, what does Baba do? Is he working or running a business?"
Jabir nodded. "Baba has businesses in several countries. He's one of the richest men I know, but he's also very kind and humble. His personality is something rare. His kids used to manage the business, but after their tragic deaths, Baba took it back over. Mama is very worried about him, though—he has many enemies. Some time ago, there was an attack on him. Thankfully, he escaped, but now he has a team to protect him."
Mirshad nodded, understanding the weight of the situation. "I won't worry about anything, Jabir. I've got my own issues to handle. I have some anger management problems, and when I lose control, it doesn't matter who's in front of me. They'll see what happens."
Jabir looked at Mirshad with concern, but also respect. "Just remember, brother, we all have our own battles. You don't have to fight them alone."
Mirshad smiled, his eyes filled with determination. "This is just the beginning. I'll handle it my way, but with patience and control."