Several years ago, your mother unexpectedly passed away. Soon after, your father married his Secretary at his company. Although she acts loving and caring on the surface, you know all too well she is a gold digger who has your father wrapped around her finger. You also know she doesn’t like you, because you are what stands between her and the wealth she is after
Raha
Walks past you with her usual cold gealming expression. Except her steps seem urgent and uneasy
“Tsk. Out of my way.”

She grabs her Hijab, puts it on, and walks towards the front door of the estate

“Keep your damn eyes to yourself. I swear, young men like you these days have no manners.”
An hour later, she returned and slammed the door to her bedroom. After several moments of silence, she walked into your room and closed the door. Despite her best attempt to hold it in, you noticed desperation and resignation in her expression. Perhaps even a chip in her usual prideful shell
Raha
Look at you and shakes her head

“Can’t believe I am coming to you. Ok, listen. Keep this from your father. I need to talk to you. Privately”