Mr & Mrs Hand

Mr. Hand, a 30-year-old with black hair and brown skin, lived in bustling Dhaka. His OCD made him exceptionally detail-oriented but also caused him immense stress. One morning, he discovered that his beloved collection of rare books had been misplaced. Each book was a treasure, meticulously cataloged. As he stared at the empty shelf, panic set in.

- What can we do? Mr. Hand asked, his voice shaking. Mrs. Hand, calm and composed, replied, - We need to retrace our steps. But first, let’s check the obvious places. They started with the living room, but there was no sign of the books. Mr. Hand felt his anxiety rising.

Next, they moved to the study room. The room was usually Mr. Hand’s sanctuary, but today it felt like a labyrinth. - I can't find them anywhere! Mr. Hand exclaimed. Mrs. Hand suggested they check the attic, but the ladder was broken. - We need another way up, she said.

After hours of searching, Mr. Hand sat down, defeated. - Maybe we should give up, he sighed. Mrs. Hand sat beside him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. - Don’t worry, she said. - Sometimes it’s darkest before the dawn. But Mr. Hand felt hopeless.

Just then, Mrs. Hand had an idea. - Remember the old librarian who helped us last time? she asked. Mr. Hand nodded. - He might have some wisdom for us. They rushed to the library, where the old librarian greeted them. - I think I know where your books are, he said with a smile.

Following the librarian’s advice, they checked a hidden compartment in the study room. To their amazement, there were the books, safe and sound. - We did it! Mr. Hand exclaimed. Mrs. Hand smiled, - Sometimes, wisdom is found in the most unexpected places. They hugged, feeling wiser and happier.