The sun had barely risen over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the luxurious kitchen of Saj’s home. She entered the room wearing a flowing silk robe, her raven hair cascading down her shoulders. She smirked as she saw her son, Saad, sitting at the table, looking disheveled and half-asleep.
“Morning, my dear,” Saj said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Sleep well?”
Saad grumbled a response, running a hand through his messy hair. “What’s for breakfast, mother?”
Saj’s smirk grew wider. “Oh, you’ll see soon enough.”
At that moment, Saj’s daughter, Mano, and nieces, Saman and Mehak, entered the kitchen. They were all wearing silk robes and slippers, their hair in various states of disarray. They exchanged playful insults and laughs as they began preparing breakfast.
Saj took a seat at the table and placed her bare foot on a plate of scrambled eggs. She grinned as she pushed the eggs towards Saad’s mouth.
“Eat, you ungrateful brat,” she sneered.
Saad hesitated, looking at the eggs with disgust. Saj slapped him across the face.
“I said, eat!” she commanded.
Saad opened his mouth and took a bite of the eggs, trying not to gag. Saj and the women laughed at his discomfort.
The women took turns placing their feet on various breakfast dishes and forcing Saad to eat from them. They slapped and hand-smoother him when he cried.
“You’re such a baby,” Mano teased. “Can’t even handle a little foot-food.”
Saj stood up and declared that it was time for dinner. Mano, Saman, and Mehak cheered and started preparing the evening meal.
Saad sat at the table, looking defeated. Saj patted him on the head and said, “Good boy, you’re learning.”
Mano, Saman, and Mehak brought out the dinner dishes and placed their feet on them. Saj encouraged Saad to eat from each dish, slapping him when he hesitates.
The women laughed and made playful insults as Saad ate from their feet. They teased him about his lack of manliness and his dependence on them.
Saj stood up and declared that they would continue this routine every day. Mano, Saman, and Mehak cheered and agreed.
Saad looked up at the women with a mix of fear and resentment. Saj smiled and said, “You’ll get used to it, my dear.”
The women finished their dinner and retired to their rooms, leaving Saad sitting at the table. He looked down at his empty plate and sighed.
Saj entered the kitchen one last time and said, “Don’t forget to clean up, Saad.” She patted him on the head and left the room, laughing.
Saad sat there for a moment, contemplating his fate. He could either continue to submit to his mother and aunts’ strange demands or stand up for himself.
But for now, he was too exhausted to do anything but comply. He sighed and began to clean up the kitchen, wondering what new humiliations awaited him tomorrow.
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