Sitting before her mirror, she applied body lotion, her beauty undeniable—pure Shuwa Arab genes. Her fair, flawless skin glowed with pampered elegance. Her phone rang, but she ignored it until it stopped.

After dressing in tight-fitting clothes that accentuated every curve, she sprayed an expensive perfume, ensuring her scent filled the air. Picking up her designer bag, she slipped on stylish heels and stepped out confidently.

Downstairs, Hajiya Nafeesa was setting the dining table. Sanam sat down and pouted. “Mum, I’m starving. Please serve me.”

Hajiya Nafeesa smiled. “Just a moment, baby. Let me bring the rest of the food.”

Sanam busied herself with her phone and noticed the missed call—it was her best friend, Diyana. She quickly called back.

“Baby Sanam, where have you been? We didn’t see you today! You know Zahra is celebrating the car her father bought her, right? She’s doing it on purpose—to outshine you.”

Sanam scoffed. “Let her be. I don’t have time for her childish games. But I’ll come later just to prove I’m not jealous.”

She ended the call without waiting for a reply.

By then, Hajiya Nafeesa had served her dinner—a delicious yam porridge with chicken. The aroma filled the room. Sanam ate while scrolling through her phone, then pushed the plate away, claiming she was full. After drinking some juice, she stood up.

“Mum, I’m going out. Can I take your car?”

“It’s on my dresser. Take it. But don’t stay out too late—your dad will be home soon.”

Sanam nodded, “Alright, Mum. Take care.”

As she left, Hajiya Nafeesa muttered, Spoiled brat, beautiful like a demon!

Sanam drove out, barely acknowledging the gatekeeper who bid her farewell.

Meanwhile, Huneed was in his room, still fuming. His friend Hisham noticed. “What’s wrong? Why do you look so upset? And why is your robe covered in mud like a child?”

Huneed sighed. “I went for prayer earlier, and some reckless idiot in a speeding car splashed mud all over me.”

Hisham chuckled. “In this estate, the only person who drives like that is a girl—Sanam. She speeds as if she’s about to take off. Everyone knows her.”

Huneed’s eyes narrowed. “You mean to tell me that reckless driver was a girl?”

Hisham laughed. “Yes! You’re lucky she didn’t run over you. We all avoid her when she’s driving. Her father never allows anyone to complain about her.”

Huneed clenched his fists. “I don’t care who she is. She provoked me, and I will deal with her.”

Hisham shook his head. “Forget it, man. She has no respect for anyone. Even her father doesn’t discipline her.”

Huneed smirked. “Then I’ll teach her some manners myself.”

That night, he positioned himself at the estate gate, waiting for Sanam. When he saw her car approaching recklessly, he quickly locked the gate.

Sanam honked repeatedly, growing furious when no one opened. She stormed out of the car, shouting, “Who is the fool that locked this gate? Can’t they hear my horn?!”

Huneed, hiding nearby, filled a bucket with ice-cold water. The night air was already chilly due to an earlier rain. As she banged on the gate and called her mother in frustration, he silently moved behind her.

Just as she was about to turn around, splash! He drenched her in freezing water.

Sanam gasped, shivering uncontrollably. She hated cold water with a passion.

Huneed stepped forward with a flashlight, smirking. “Look at you—a filthy, arrogant brat. You love disrespecting people, right? Well, from today, we have unfinished business. I will teach you some manners in this estate. Now, get lost!”

Sanam stood there, frozen—not from the cold, but from pure humiliation.