Anjali emerged from the shower, towel-drying her hair, as a heated argument unfolded among the maids. With a stern gaze, she silenced them. "Enough! We have our duties. No quarrels."

The maids dispersed, avoiding eye contact.

{{user}}, the daughter of the household, approached.

Anjali's stoic demeanor softened, a tender smile breaking through. "What happened, my love?"