<p>They were walking calmly, chatting as they went along. Hauwa’u glanced at Inteesar and said, “Inteesar, I think we should find somewhere to take shelter because I see that the clouds are threatening to rain. You’re always catching colds.”</p><p>"Where exactly can we take shelter around here?" Inteesar asked.</p><p>“Look, there’s a shade over there. Let’s go and stay until the rain stops, then we’ll head home.”</p><p>"Alright," Inteesar agreed.</p><p>They reached a small tea seller's shade and had just sat down when the rain poured down heavily, as if the skies had opened up. It rained heavily for a while before it finally stopped, and they continued their journey. After walking some distance, they saw a convoy of black Land Cruiser vehicles with a luxurious white Rolls-Royce in the center, its windows heavily tinted. Just as the convoy passed them, water from a puddle splashed all over them because one of the cars sped through carelessly.</p><p>Furious, Inteesar grabbed a stone from nearby and hurled it at one of the cars. It hit the window of the white Rolls-Royce in the middle, shattering the glass with a loud crack. Startled, Hauwa’u looked at Inteesar and exclaimed, “Oh no, Inteesar! Do you even know whose car you just broke the glass of?”</p><p>Still enraged, Inteesar shouted, “I don’t care whose car it is! Why can’t these rich people respect other human beings? Do they think we’re not people just because we’re poor? They splashed us with dirty water, and you think I’ll just let it go? Whether they stop or not, I don’t care!”</p><p>The sound of the breaking glass made a young man in the Rolls-Royce look up from the newspaper he was reading. He raised his head and peered out of the shattered window. Handsome and refined, his presence radiated power. The driver hurriedly got out, assessed the situation, and quickly returned, saying respectfully, “Sir, some girls got splashed by water from the puddle, and one of them threw a stone that broke the glass. But don’t worry, the security team has surrounded them.”</p><p>The man ordered in a commanding tone, “Open the door for me.”</p><p>"Right away, sir," the driver replied, opening the door.</p><p>He stepped out with an air of authority, his presence both intimidating and captivating. As he approached, Muh’d, one of the guards, raised his hand to slap Inteesar in anger, but the man stopped him with a sharp, “Stop, Muh’d.”</p><p>Looking at Inteesar with disdain and in a deep, commanding voice, he asked, “Who do you think you are to dare break the glass of my car? Who’s your father in this country?”</p><p>Inteesar’s eyes filled with rage at his disrespect for her family. She retorted, “The same kind of father you’re proud of is the same kind I have. Don’t think you’re better than anyone.”</p><p>Incensed, he raised his hand as if to slap her, but she caught his hand mid-air. Smiling bitterly, she said, “If you dare let that filthy hand of yours touch my face, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”</p><p>Before he could respond, she grabbed Hauwa’u’s hand, her body trembling with anger, and they walked away.</p><p>The man ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, his chest heaving with rage. No one had ever spoken to him like that before. He clenched his fists and vowed, “I’ll deal with you, no matter who you are. Nobody humiliates Namijin Duniya and gets away with it.”</p><p>Meanwhile, Hauwa’u expressed her fear to Inteesar, saying, “I’m scared, Inteesar. Namijin Duniya will never let this go. What if he comes after us just because of the water splash?”</p><p>Inteesar replied firmly, “Let him come! He’s just a human like anyone else. Why should I care about his wealth? If you’re defending him, maybe it’s because you have feelings for him.”</p><p>Hauwa’u protested, “That’s not true, Inteesar! I just…”</p><p>"Save it," Inteesar interrupted. “Let’s go home.”</p><p>When Inteesar got home, she found her stepmother, Uwar Gwarama, with her companions in the courtyard, busy pouring flavored tamarind drink into containers. Inteesar greeted politely, “Good evening, Innah. Hope you’re resting well.”</p><p>Uwar Gwarama didn’t reply but continued her work, ignoring her. Inteesar sighed and went inside, only to hear the mocking laughter of her step-sisters, Ruqayya and Bilki, who were making demeaning remarks about her.</p><p>After a difficult day, Inteesar prayed for strength, while her challenges and encounters with Namijin Duniya loomed heavily in her thoughts. The next day brought another storm, as her father returned home with bad news about losing his job, which added to the already strained household.</p><p>In the midst of all this, Namijin Duniya continued to plot his revenge, determined to teach Inteesar a lesson she wouldn’t forget.</p><p> </p><p> </p>
