Asher's POV
Sitting in the solitude of my room, each tick of the clock began to feel like an assault on my concentration. Yet, I made a conscious decision to block it out. Retrieving a pencil and my sketch pad, I embarked on refining my latest design for my father’s project. I couldn't shake off the memory of overhearing his dissatisfaction with the previous submissions. Perhaps, this new concept might finally garner his approval.
"Damn it! I'm utterly useless," I muttered under my breath, frustration boiling within me. I needed to get this right, not just for the project's sake, but for a sliver of recognition from my father. Yet, every stroke of the pencil felt like a failure.
Peach seemed to possess a natural flair for design; her effortless collaboration with Mr. Zaheer was evident.
