After all these years, Abir is looking at his room with surprised eyes. That familiar scent where he spent 12 years of his life. The room that was his was very personal, and it remains so even today. Abir's mother 'Maliha Khan' did not let a single thing go here or there. She even locked the room for years. Whenever she thought of her son, she would come to his room and cry silently so that no one would notice.
Abir entered the room, unpacked his luggage, and went to take a shower, wearing his T-shirt. After the shower, he came out wearing a coffee-colored T-shirt and a towel, wiping his hair with a towel in his hand. Tanvir was sitting on the bed. He had come back with his luggage and was sitting in the room.
Abir asks Tanvir who he is.
'What happened, can I say something?'
Tanvir asks with a smile.
"Well, brother, why didn't you let me hold that luggage? What's in it?"
Abir's eyes showed concern, his jaw clenched and he replied,
'I have some personal things in there.'
Tanvir replied with a smile,
"My stupid mind wants to see those personal things, what should I do?"
Abir replied in his characteristically serious voice.
'I hope it's not personal to show someone?'
Tanvir, understanding her brother's objection, said nothing more about the matter.