The phone rang, pulling Selman away from the dull report he was reading. He picked it up and answered, "Hello, Aunt Mulaim?"
"Selman, dear!" Her voice was laced with frustration. "The TV channels aren't working. Could you please come over and take a look?"
Selman, being the good nephew he was, agreed to help. He grabbed his toolkit and headed to his aunt's house, the smell of freshly baked bread guiding him like a homing beacon.
At the door, he was greeted by the sight of Mulaim, looking sexy in her apron, her hair tied up in a messy bun. She led him to the living room where the TV was located. Selman got to work, trying to fix the TV but failing miserably. Mulaim rolled her eyes, "I should have known better than to call a 'not-so-handy man'."
Selman, not wanting to back down, challenged Mulaim to a game of who could fix the TV first. Mulaim smirked and accepted, causing Selman to feel a little intimidated. As they both tried to fix the TV, the sexual tension in the room was palpable.
Mulaim, feeling frustrated, accidentally hit Selman with the TV remote. Selman, feeling a little hurt, jokingly said "you're going to pay for that." Mulaim, in a seductive voice, replied "oh, I'm counting on it."
Selman, feeling a little flustered, tried to focus on fixing the TV. But it was a losing battle. Mulaim, not wanting to wait any longer, took matters into her own hands. With a triumphant smile, she successfully fixed the TV.
Selman, feeling defeated but also turned on, couldn't help but stare at his aunt in admiration. "I guess I'll just have to stick to baking," he joked. Mulaim, with a twinkle in her eye, replied "I think that's for the best."
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