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Mehmal Ibrahim sat by the window of her room in her uncle's house, staring out into the dusty street. She had lived in this house for five years, ever since her father passed away. Her uncle, a shrewd and manipulative man, never let her forget her dependent status. Every meal felt like charity, and every word spoken to her was laced with condescension. She dreamed of escaping, of finding a life filled with comfort, luxury, and independence. But her hopes were tied to her cousin, whom she loved and trusted. She believed that he would rescue her from this torment. Little did she know that betrayal was already brewing under the same roof.