This is a story about how I was placed in a situation where I was required to fuck my Mother's cousin's sister - Khala Noori, ( Aunt Noori) before fucking her daughter, for Halala.
A little background about me. My name is Aamir and I am 21 years old. I am my mother's only child and I am my Father's only son. However, my Father has many other wives, and daughters with them. I have recently completed my studies in London, and have been home in Hyderabad, India for a few months now.
A few months ago, before the Triple Talaq law was introduced, my family went to Delhi to attend the wedding of my parents' friend's son. My aunt, Khala Noori, was also there to attend the functions. Amma (my mother) introduced me to her. Khala was in her early 30s, and had a very beautiful, and fair complexion. She had a slim, round face, big, black eyes, sharp beautiful features and a sweet voice. She was also very cheerful!
I knew that Khala had become a widow at a very young age. During the conversation with her I also remembered that Khala had four daughters, one of whom who had been married.
Khala was sitting with me during the marriage functions and we shared a lot of jokes. Khala took a lot of selfies with me and I was enjoying her company.
She asked, "How many girlfriends had I had?"
I told her, "I had just returned home from abroad after three years, so no, no girlfriends."
Then Khala asked, "How many girlfriends there were abroad?"
I answered honestly, "There had been a lot."
So then, with a smile, Khala said, "Then you must have had a lot of fun!"
Before I could answer, her phone rang and Khala got up.
After that, Khala met my mother and could not be seen again for the rest of the wedding. When I asked about her, I learned that for some emergency reason, she had to go back to her home in Kashmir, so she left in a hurry. The rest of the evening I found boring because I did not know most of the guests.
When the evening was over, Ammi and Abbu (my father) said:
"Son, you have already met Khala Noori. We need you to pay a visit to her in Kashmir for a very important family task. You will have to do whatever your aunt says as if it is coming from us, your parents."
I said "Of course."
I bowed my head and left for the next flight to Kashmir.
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In Kashmir, I came to know my first cousin. Her name was Sarah and she was 19 years old. Last I had heard, she was married to our cousin, Imraan, and they were very much in love with each other.
Unfortunately, as I was in Kashmir, I learned that Sarah and Imraan had a fight and he divorced my cousin. This was the emergency that forced Khala to rush out of the wedding back home.
After the divorce, my cousin Imraan regretted his rash decision, and he wanted to re-marry Sarah. Maulvi Saheb, our priest, told Imraan, that as per Islamic rituals, Sarah would have to go through Halala and become someone else's wife for at least one night. Only then can these two get married again.