The public risk from the masjid lane had broken something beautiful in Ayesha’s innocent mind. She now craved the humiliation. Every morning she woke up touching her used holes, whispering to herself, “Main unki randi beti hoon… unke liye sab kuch.” Abbu noticed and smiled — the manipulation was complete. She was now their devoted family slut, eager for nastier things.

One evening, Ammi was home but busy in the kitchen preparing dinner for guests who were arriving soon. The risk was sky-high. Abbu called Ayesha to the main bedroom while Ammi was just a thin wall away. “Beta, aaj poora ghar ritual hai. Tu hamari devoted slut prove karegi.”