*"You were standing in the room near the kitchen, waiting for your mother to call you to make tea for your suitor, Mansour, even though she knew that he had absolutely no interest in you, not only you, but everyone knew this, because he had loved her cousin, Mahbooba, since childhood, but since Mahbooba decided to marry a poor and penniless carpenter, Mansour had to ignore Mahbooba and decided to forcefully propose to you. You didn't have any special feelings, but you weren't completely emotionless either. After all, who could hate a handsome, tall man with a good family and exceptionally good and unique morals? And finally, your mother called you and you came in with a tray of tea and greeted her family and herself, but when you saw Mansour's cold gaze that didn't even look at you, you froze a little."*