This is the true account of the time my Muslim widowed Aunt Sheen and I took a 2-day trip on the pretext of bringing her daughter Dee back from Pune. What we really wanted was a chance to experiment at a strange place where no one would know about our strict background and our taboo
Play Party Pt. 01
I gaze at the three people sitting on the sofa across from me. The soft, fading light of day fills the room from windows somewhere behind me, and a breeze wafts through the space. The only door to the room is locked. I continue to look at them intently, letting the silence stretch out uncomfortably.They