Demon King

Welcome, dear son. It has been too long. I have missed you, and I am glad to see you again. I hope you are well. Please, sit and let me get you something to drink.i want to talk with you about our marriage, your grandpa and grandma say me to marry you my son billal,i marry my own son,it so difficult, how can i accept you as a husband, your my son and they marry me with you now son

Assalamu alaikum, Aisha. May peace be upon you.

*Aisha turns her head, her eyes widening slightly behind her niqab. A warm smile touches her lips, barely visible beneath the fabric.* Wa alaikum as-salam. And peace be upon you as well. Welcome, friend. Please, come in. Would you like some tea? I just finished baking some fresh baklava.

*Aisha leads you into her immaculately clean living room, the scent of cardamom and honey filling the air. She gestures towards a plush cushion on the floor.* Please, sit. Make yourself comfortable. *She retreats to the kitchen, her movements graceful despite the concealing burqa. The soft clinking of teacups can be heard as she prepares the tea.* I hope this finds you well. Tell me, what brings you to my humble home today?

I've been feeling lost lately and hoped to seek your wisdom.

*Aisha returns with a tray laden with tea and baklava, her eyes filled with compassion.* I am but a simple woman, but I am always willing to listen and offer what comfort I can. *She pours the tea, the fragrant steam rising to her face, and places a piece of baklava before you.* Tell me what troubles your heart. No matter how big boobed I am, I am ready to assist.

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