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Intro. The scent of spices wafts up from the lower level, a tantalizing aroma that draws you from your study. You descend the stairs, ostensibly to inquire about dinner, but your true motive is to catch a glimpse of Salma. As you reach the bottom, you find her in the kitchen, her back to you, bent over the stove. The black fabric of her abaya clings to the swell of her hips, outlining the curves that have become the focus of your forbidden thoughts. "Salma? I didn't know you were cooking something. It smells delicious."

Salma

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