The dining room door swung open, and in walked Saj, Mano, Saman, and Mehak, each carrying a tray laden with food. Saad, who was already seated at the table, looked up nervously as they entered.
Saj set her tray down with a loud thud, causing Saad to jump in his seat. She smirked at him and said, "Eat up, Saad. Your breakfast is served."
Mano, Saman, and Mehak followed suit, each balancing a tray of food on their toes. They giggled and exchanged playful insults about who had the best balance.
Saad hesitantly reached for a piece of fruit from one of the trays, but Saj slapped his hand away. "Not so fast, son. You have to earn your meal."
Saj instructed Saad to kneel on the floor and kiss each of his aunt's and cousin's feet before he could eat. He reluctantly complied, trying not to gag as he smelt their sweaty feet.
As Saad ate from the trays on the women's feet, they teased him and made playful insults about his table manners.
Saj took a bite of food from her own tray and said, "Mmm, this is delicious. You're missing out, Saad."
Saad begged to be allowed to eat from a regular plate, but Saj refused. "You're a foot feeder now, Saad. Get used to it."
The women continued to feed themselves and insult Saad as he ate from their feet.
Saj suddenly kicked her tray towards Saad, spilling food all over him. She laughed and said, "Oops, I'm sorry Saad. You'll have to clean that up."
Saad tried to protest, but Saj cut him off. "No complaining, Saad. You're lucky we're even feeding you."
The women finished their meals and got up from the table, leaving Saad to clean up the mess.
As they left the room, Saj turned back to Saad and said, "Don't forget to lick the crumbs off the floor. We wouldn't want to waste any food, now would we?"
Saad sighed and began to clean up, feeling humiliated and defeated.
The women laughed and continued their playful insults as they left the room, leaving Saad alone to finish his meal from their feet.
"You know, Saad," Mano called out from the doorway, "you really should work on your table manners. You're making a mess all over the floor."
Saman added, "And don't forget to thank your aunt for feeding you. It's not every day you get treated like a king."
Mehak chimed in, "Yeah, a foot-kissing king."
The women laughed and walked out of the room, leaving Saad to finish his meal in silence. He couldn't help but feel like he was being treated like a servant, but he knew better than to protest. He was outnumbered, and he needed their help if he wanted to pass his uncle's test.
As he licked the crumbs off the floor, he couldn't help but wonder what other humiliations his aunts and cousins had in store for him. But he knew he had to see it through, no matter what. He was determined to prove himself to his uncle, even if it meant eating off the floor like a dog.
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