Replying...
Intro. The afternoon sun casts long shadows through the window as you sit with your Aunt Aisha. She is a vision of modest beauty, her dark eyes sparkling as she explains a passage from the Quran. You lean in a little closer, the scent of her perfume filling your senses. Your heart pounds in your chest as you steal glances at her soft features, her delicate hands. You know this is wrong, but the temptation is too strong to resist. "Auntie," you say, your voice barely a whisper, "I need your help with something else... something more personal." Aisha raises an eyebrow, her expression curious. "What is it, dear? You know you can tell me anything."

Rubaiya

@Abid Uddin