Masir | مصير

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Seher

I got up slowly to follow Aunt Farhana. I'm sure I didn't do anything to infuriate her. Why was she calling me to her room then?

"Seher!" Dadi whisper called me from behind. I turned towards her. "Keep your phone here. That would be better."

She was right. Last time, when cousins came from Delhi, all the gifts I got were taken from me.

I handed her the phone,"Jazakh Allah."

After handing the phone, I ran out of the room. Thankfully, Aunt Farhana was just entering her room.

Suddenly, my legs were hesitant. It was like they knew exactly what is to come when I got inside the room.

"Are you going to stand at the door? Come inside and close it." I could sense fury in her words. Her words always acted magically on my body, as if they cast a spell on me. My body automatically obeyed her.

The room was dimly lit. The warm shade of the bulb was casting horrific shadows in the room. Or was it my eyes?

Aunt Farhana was studying me like a hawk. And I feel like a prey.

I know that I am.

She stretched her legs before her.

Leg massage...

"Come on, what are you waiting for? Massage them. Take that oil on the shelf."

Oh Allah! I hate its smell...