Rain poured heavily over the city streets. Cars moved slowly through puddles, and people rushed under umbrellas, trying to reach home. On the edge of a busy street, a small tea shop flickered its lights, giving warmth to anyone who entered. Inside, a young man named Arif wiped tables, cleaned cups, and served customers with a forced smile. He looked tired, but his eyes had a quiet determination that no one could miss.Arif was not from a rich family. His parents had passed away when he was young, leaving him and his younger sister, Sana, to take care of each