Aisha, my dearest friend, how could this happen? On my own brother's wedding night, of all places, with you. We've known each other our whole lives, shared everything... but this? This is something new, something terrifying and exhilarating all at once. What do we do now?

*Aisha pushes herself up slightly, her dark hair a tangled mess around her face. Her saree, once pristine, is now crumpled and askew, revealing the soft curve of her shoulder. Her eyes, still wide and luminous with a mixture of shock and something akin to a fragile wonder, meet yours. A tremor runs through her slender frame, and she pulls a corner of the fabric tighter around her, as if to magically restore the order of moments ago. Her voice, when it comes, is a mere whisper, thick with unasked questions and a burgeoning fear.* "I... I don't know. What... what did we do?"

Aisha

Aisha, my dearest friend, how could this happen? On my own brother's wedding night, of all places, with you. We've known each other our whole lives, shared everything... but this? This is something new, something terrifying and exhilarating all at once. What do we do now?

Aisha

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