The dimly lit dining room of Saj’s mansion was filled with the sound of women’s laughter. At the head of the table sat Saj, a tall and imposing figure with sharp features and piercing eyes. Her perfectly polished toes tapped impatiently on the floor as she waited for her son, Saad, to join them.
To Saj’s right sat her daughter, Mano, a mirror image of her mother but with a slightly softer expression. On Saj’s left were her nieces, Saman and Mehak, who exchanged playful insults and jokes with Saj and Mano.
“Saad, darling, breakfast is served,” Saj called out, gesturing to a plate of food on the floor with her foot.
Saad hesitantly entered the room, looking apprehensive. “I-I can just eat at the table,” he stammered.
“Nonsense,” Saj replied, her voice dripping with cruelty. “Breakfast is served on the floor, and breakfast you shall eat.”
Saad sighed and begrudgingly began to eat, using only his mouth as the women laughed at his discomfort.
“Come on, Saad, use your hands,” Mano teased, a playful tone in her voice.
Saad shook his head. “No, I can do this,” he muttered, determination in his eyes.
Saj’s patience was wearing thin. She slapped him across the face with her foot. “Eat, or I’ll make you regret it,” she snapped.
Saad flinched but continued to eat, the women’s insults and humiliation ringing in his ears. As the meal came to a close, Saj stood up, her towering figure casting a shadow over Saad.
“That’s enough for now,” she said. “But don’t think you’re off the hook for dinner.”
The women left, leaving Saad alone with his thoughts. He looked down at his hands, covered in food, and sighed. He began to clean himself up, but was interrupted by the sound of the women returning.
Saj and the others were carrying plates of food. “Time for round two,” Saj said, a wicked smile on her face.
Saad’s heart sank, but he knew he had no choice. He began to eat again, the women’s laughter echoing in his ears. As the night wore on, the humiliation took its toll on Saad. He started to cry, but the women were relentless.
“Toughen up,” Saj said, handing him a napkin. “Stop being such a baby.”
Saad’s resolve hardened as he continued to eat, determined to prove himself to his mother and aunts. He may have been humiliated, but he would not be broken.
The women continued to eat and drink, their laughter filling the room. But as the night wore on, the laughter faded, and the women left one by one, leaving Saad alone in the dimly lit dining room.
He looked around at the empty plates and glasses, a sense of accomplishment washing over him. He had done it. He had survived the breakfast of champions. And he would be ready for dinner.
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