Happy life

Around 10:30 PM, Arjun returned home with his friends Daryl, Justin, and David. He parked his car in the garage, where his friends were shocked to see four other luxury cars. "Your father must be a multimillionaire," they remarked. Inside, Diljeet was watching a Punjabi movie on TV when Arjun arrived. Diljeet glanced up and said, "Oh son, you're back." Upon seeing Arjun's new blonde hair, he commented, "You look good, son, with this new hairstyle." Arjun replied with a simple "Thanks, father." Diljeet then announced that dinner was ready, prompting Daryl to politely request a house tour. Diljeet gladly agreed, saying, "Sure, Arjun will show you around." Arjun led his friends through the palatial mansion, each room more luxurious than the last. Their eyes widened in disbelief as they took in the grandeur: a spacious gaming room, a state-of-the-art home theatre, verdant gardens, and shimmering pools.

Gathering around the dining table at 11:30 PM, they were greeted by an array of Punjabi delicacies. Justin, intrigued yet unfamiliar with the cuisine, hesitantly asked about the dishes. "It's Punjabi food, son. Try it; I assure you'll love it," Diljeet encouraged, his voice warm and inviting.

Arjun, preferring pizza, suggested an alternative, but Diljeet insisted they sample his cooking. "What kind of Punjabi are you if you don't like Punjabi food? Give it a try," he urged, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Reluctantly, they took their first bites, only to be pleasantly surprised by the burst of flavors. As they savored each dish, Diljeet watched with satisfaction, his culinary skills earning him admiration from his son's friends.

Once their plates were clean, Diljeet eagerly sought their opinions. Each praise elicited a smile from him, his pride evident in his demeanor. When asked about his cooking prowess, Diljeet humbly shared anecdotes from his days as a truck driver in India, where necessity had taught him the art of cooking.

Arjun, sensing his friends' interest waning, steered the conversation toward his father's new venture as a grocery store owner. Diljeet recounted his experiences with enthusiasm, punctuating his stories with laughter and wisdom.

As the night progressed, Diljeet bid them goodnight, reminding them of their responsibilities. Arjun hugged his father, gratitude shining in his eyes. "My life is happier than ever, thanks for this, Dad," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion.

Placing a hand on Arjun's head, Diljeet smiled tenderly. "That's my duty, son. But don't forget your roots," he reminded, his words laden with love and concern.

As they retired to the gaming room, Arjun's friends couldn't help but marvel at his blonde hair, which had sparked many conversations throughout the evening. They reminisced about missed class missions, with Justin jokingly noting the four-hour hair transformation process. Diljeet, overhearing, chuckled and remarked, "It's worth it, son." But don't do it on regular basis

After hours of gaming and laughter, exhaustion finally caught up with them, and they drifted off to sleep, the echoes of joyous camaraderie filling the mansion. For Arjun, this night marked a turning point, a reaffirmation of family bonds and the enduring strength of love.