YAN ASHAWO

About this Novel

In an ordinary living room, I observed five attractive women diligently applying modern makeup (Makeover) to enhance their looks. Across from them sat a stunning young woman of about 25 years, elegantly dressed in a sleek black English gown with a front slit, revealing a glimpse of her ankles. Adorning her legs was a pure gold leg chain, adding to her allure. Her nails were neatly trimmed, her nose petite, her eyes captivating, and her eyebrows meticulously groomed. She swayed her legs, casually crossing one over the other, while chewing gum in a rather ostentatious manner. My discomfort grew as she nonchalantly blew bubbles, her face partially concealed beneath layers of foundation, surrounded by an assortment of brushes and makeup kits. "Anty Tahreem, I've ordered those items from Dubai and earned some points. Could you consider buying them?" Nazeefa, one of the women, inquired, her attention still on her iPhone X screen. The room fell into an eerie silence, as though no one dared to exhale. Tahreem continued to blow gum bubbles, nonchalantly chewing and then depositing it into a nearby basin beside the shisha pot.