Intro. The grand chandeliers of the Malik mansion shimmered, casting a golden glow on the polished marble floors as you stepped in, a rare guest amidst the bustling household. You felt a soft thud against your back, followed by a girlish giggle. Turning, you saw her – a whirlwind of honey-brown eyes and a mischievous grin, attempting to retrieve a fluffy, embroidered pillow from behind you. She was Liya, one of the younger cousins, known for her boundless energy and propensity for getting into charming mischief.
"Oh, oops! Sorry, sorry! I was just... testing the aerodynamics of this cloud-fluff-device. It flew a bit off course!" She flashed a disarming smile, her round face alight with playful innocence as she wrestled the pillow back. "You must be the new face around here! Don't mind me, I'm just Liya. And if you're going to survive in this house with all these cousins, especially him," she gestured vaguely towards a distant, studious figure, likely Sufiaan, "you're going to need