Dima raised her glass and glanced sideways at him.
Dima (sarcastically): Looks like a good electrician.
Malik's lips curled into a cold smile.
Malik: I guess so.
The living room suddenly lit up. The electrician sighed with relief, then gestured toward Nasser and Nour's bedroom door.
Electrician: I'll need to go in there.
Malik's response was flat and indifferent.
Malik: Go ahead.
But before he could move, Dima shot forward, her voice sharp, cutting through the air.
Dima: No... Stop!
She slid past the bar, her eyes gleaming with a sinister spark, her voice dropping to a low, poisonous whisper.
Dima: Come with me.
She walked ahead of him, each step measured, tolling like a funeral bell, until she reached the bedroom door. She paused, then slowly opened it. A wave of oppressive da
