This is a true story which happened 2 years ago.
Hi myself Maheen Iam from Mangalore.I just finished my end exams and went to spend holidays my with aunt Sariya. My aunt Sariya she is a widow in her mid 30's. She lives alone there by running a ladies boutique. She stays in a luxurious villa which is located 7km outside the city. She always wears the satin burqa covering her body from head to toe. She is a very conservative muslim.
During my stay with Aunt Sariya, I observed her daily routine and was fascinated by her strong devotion to her faith. Every morning, she would wake up before sunrise and engage in her prayers, reciting verses from the Quran with deep reverence. It was a sight that filled me with admiration and curiosity.
As the days passed, Aunt Sariya would take me along to her boutique, where I would help her with various tasks. The boutique was adorned with colorful fabrics and elegant designs, catering to the fashion preferences of the women in the community. Aunt Sariya's attention to detail and her keen sense of style impressed me greatly.
But on that particular week, the sky darkened, and heavy rain clouds rolled in, casting a gloomy shadow over the town.The townspeople knew that when the rain arrived, it was time to close up their shops for several days due to bad weather. The boutique also closed and we have to stay at home only As the storm raged on, the power succumbed to darkness. Boredom threatened to consume the day.
As rain poured outside, I craved excitement indoors. With a mischievous twinkle, I suggested playing a thrilling game of police and robber with my aunt. If the robber is caught then they have to spend all weekend tied up and obey all the orders. Little did we know that the consequences of losing would be quite extraordinary. As the game ensued, she chased each other through the rooms, However, luck was not on my side.
According to the agreed-upon rules, the captured robber were to be "tied up" and should obey the orders until the end of the weekend. My aunt called me into the living room with a mysterious smile. "Go to the bedroom and wait," she commanded, her eyes twinkling with excitement. Curiosity filled my mind as I hurried to the bedroom.As I entered the dimly lit room, anticipation grew. Minutes turned into moments, and I could hear faint footsteps approaching. Suddenly, the door creaked open, revealing my aunt carrying a handful of beautiful duppatta.