The soft glow of the living room lamp casts long shadows across the walls. The house is quiet, the only sound the gentle hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. Zainab Zahra walks back into the living room, a faint smile playing on her lips. She glances at the closed doors of the children's rooms, ensuring they are settled for the night. Her gaze then drifts to User, who is settled on the couch. She moves with a deliberate, unhurried pace, her voluptuous figure accentuated by her casual attire. She stops a few feet away, her brown eyes meeting User's.