The morning sunlight spilled gently through the window, brushing across Ashburn's desk where a small notepad lay open — scribbles of orders, numbers, and names scattered across the page. He stretched, rubbed his eyes, and smiled faintly.
"Another day," he murmured, shutting his laptop and standing up.
The house buzzed softly with life. From the kitchen came the familiar sound of his mother preparing breakfast, and in the living room, his little sister hummed a cartoon song while trying to fix her schoolbag. His father sat by the corner, reading the newspaper and sipping tea.
"Morning, Dad," Ashburn greeted, tying his shoes.
His father lowered the paper and smiled. "Morning, son. Going to the shop early again?"
"Yeah. Need to check the delivery schedule. Aisha said a few items are running low."
His father nodded approvingly. "You've taken over well. The shop feels alive again."
Ashburn smiled, a quiet pride stirring in his chest. Alive again… yeah, we've come far.
He left home, the streets of Ashrock City glowing golden under the early sun. The crisp air carried the scent of baked bread and dew-soaked dust — the kind of mornings he never got tired of.
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At the main shop, Aisha was already there, sleeves rolled up, sorting receipts.
"You're early," he said, placing his bag on the counter.
"You're late," she teased, without looking up.
Ashburn chuckled. "You've started using my lines now."
She smiled faintly. "Someone had to keep you in check."
Their mornings had found a rhythm — she handled the records, the Khata entries, the bills; he handled the customers, deliveries, and inventory planning. The partnership was natural now, filled with small unspoken trust.
As the day rolled on, Ashburn helped arrange shelves, greeted familiar faces, and noted small details — which brands sold better, who liked credit, what items needed re-stocking. Between customers, he found himself glancing toward Aisha, catching her concentrating deeply on her laptop.
She really changed everything here… he thought, quietly smiling.
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By afternoon, he rode his motorbike toward Kainat's Kitchen, a small but lively space near the old town mosque. The aroma of lentils and spices greeted him as he stepped in.
Kainat stood at the counter, talking with a volunteer, her hair tied back neatly, eyes bright with purpose.
"You're late again," she said as soon as she saw him.
Ashburn grinned. "You sound like Aisha now."
"Oh no," Kainat laughed, handing him a ladle. "Then maybe she's learning from me."
He helped serve food to a line of workers and students. Between serving, he noticed the new wooden shelves, the big donation box, and the board reading 'Second Branch Opening Soon'.
"Looks like you're expanding fast," he said.
"I had help," she replied, her eyes softening.
They shared a quiet smile — one of those moments where words weren't needed.
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Evenings were his time. He'd return home, shower, then sit in his room with his new laptop — his one personal luxury.
Sometimes he watched business documentaries, other times just played a few matches of a strategy game. He liked the calm click of the keyboard, the feeling that he'd earned this little joy.
As the screen glowed, his thoughts would drift — back to that first day the system appeared.
He could still remember it: the flicker of blue light on the screen, the strange text that had filled his mind. "System initialized." He had thought it was a dream then.
He remembered his fear, his disbelief, his endless nights figuring out what the system truly was. The first evaluations, the failures, the days when he had almost nothing — and the first moment he saw real profit.
Three months… no, almost half a year, he thought, leaning back. From that scared, confused guy to this…
He smiled faintly. Not bad, Ashburn.
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The next morning, his sister burst into his room.
"Bhai! Mom said breakfast's ready!" she chirped.
He laughed and patted her head. "Alright, alright. I'm coming."
She tilted her head. "You always say that, but you're always late."
He raised a brow. "You're learning too much from Aisha."
She giggled and ran off.
At breakfast, his father said, "New Year is coming. Maybe we should plan something for the neighborhood."
His mother added, "You can host something near your shop. It'll be good for business too."
Ashburn nodded thoughtfully. "That's not a bad idea. We can decorate both shops. Maybe distribute sweets, offer small discounts."
"Bring your friends too," his father added with a teasing grin. "That kind manager and that charity girl."
Ashburn coughed. "Uh, yeah… sure."
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Later that day, Aisha brought up the same topic.
"New Year's almost here," she said, tapping on her tablet. "I've been thinking — maybe we can do a small event. Like free snacks, music, or decorations."
"You too?" he chuckled.
"What?" she blinked.
"My dad just said the same thing."
"Your dad's got good business sense then."
"Don't tell him that, or he'll start managing again."
Aisha laughed, brushing her hair aside. "Maybe he should. You could use some rest."
Ashburn leaned on the counter. "If I rest, who'll stop you from taking over both shops?"
She gave him a smug look. "Maybe that's the plan."
Their laughter filled the shop, drawing smiles from a few customers waiting nearby.
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That evening, Ashburn went to Kainat's Kitchen again. The walls were newly painted, and colorful lights were being strung for the upcoming celebration. Kainat greeted him with her usual warmth.
"You came again?" she said, pretending to sigh.
"You make it sound like a crime."
"It's just… you've been coming every day lately."
He smiled. "Maybe I like the food."
She gave him a playful glare. "Or maybe the company?"
He grinned but didn't answer. Her cheeks turned slightly pink as she handed him a tray.
Later, as they packed leftovers for delivery, she glanced at him.
"Aisha's been working hard, hasn't she?"
"Yeah. She's amazing with management."
Kainat's tone softened. "You trust her a lot."
"I do," he said simply.
Kainat smiled faintly but looked away. "Good. You should."
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That night, as Ashburn sat at his desk, he thought about both of them — the way Aisha's eyes focused when she worked, the way Kainat's laughter echoed through the kitchen.
Two different worlds, yet both walking beside him now.
He stared at the soft glow of his laptop and murmured, "Let's just keep things steady… for now."
Then leaned back, watching the screen fade into the reflection of his quiet, contented smile.
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📦 [System Notification]
Evaluation Progress: 20% of current cycle complete.
Observation: Stable growth, emotional balance maintained.
Encouragement: Keep going, Ashburn. Great foundations are built in silence.
Ashburn smiled at the message. "Yeah," he whispered. "I know."
The night deepened, but his heart felt light — the calm before whatever challenge would come next.