"What’s with the rose?" Yuva gestures towards the singular rose in the skinny vase.

"It’s from the bouquet that I gave Noor," I answer, not looking up from my phone.

Yuva gives me a questioning look.

"When that rose dies, that means that Noor’s roses died, so then I know when to get her a new bouquet."

Yuva doesn’t say anything. A minute of silence passes between before she shouts to the rest of the family as she walks out of my room, "Guys! Ayan is going to get married to this girl!"

(Based off of my WIP)