The sun had barely risen, casting a soft glow over the quiet suburban neighborhood, when Saj made her way into the kitchen. She was a tall and imposing figure, with a stern expression that caused even the most confident people to quiver in their boots. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and her piercing eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail.
At the kitchen table, Saj's daughter Mano, and nieces Saman and Mehak, sat sipping their cups of tea and chatting amongst themselves. They were a lively bunch, always full of energy and quick wit. As soon as Saj entered the room, they looked up and grinned, eager to begin their daily ritual.
"Good morning, ladies," Saj said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Ready to put our precious little prince in his place?"
Mano, Saman, and Mehak chuckled and nodded, their eyes sparkling with excitement. Saj turned her gaze to the doorway, calling out to her son Saad.
"Saad! Get your lazy butt in here. It's time for breakfast."
A moment later, Saad appeared in the doorway, looking groggy and disheveled. He shuffled over to the table, taking a seat next to his mother. Saj placed a plate of food in front of him, a smug smile on her face.
Without a word, Mano, Saman, and Mehak lifted their feet and rested them on the table, dangling their toes over Saad's plate. Saad looked up at his mother and cousins with a confused expression, not understanding what they wanted him to do.
Saj smirked and said, "Come on, Saad. You know what to do. Eat your breakfast like a good boy."
Saad hesitated, his eyes flicking between his mother and cousins. But he knew better than to argue. With a resigned sigh, he began to eat the food off of Mano's feet, trying his best to avoid making eye contact with her.
Saman and Mehak giggled and taunted Saad, calling him names and insulting his masculinity. Saj watched with a satisfied expression, enjoying the sight of her son being humiliated.
As Saad finished his breakfast, Saj ordered him to clean the table and the chairs with his tongue. Saad protested, but Saj and the women refused to back down, insisting that he follow their orders.
With a resigned sigh, Saad began to clean the table and chairs, trying his best to ignore the disgusting taste and the laughter of his mother and cousins. Once he was finished, Saj dismissed him and the women continued to chat and laugh, enjoying the power they held over him.
As the sun rose higher in the sky, the kitchen was filled with the sounds of laughter and the clinking of cups. It was just another day in the life of the women who ruled the roost, and the men who served them.
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