In the quiet of the afternoon, the sun cast a warm glow through the curtains of Imran's room. The faint hum of the neighborhood's distant sounds melded with the rhythmic creaking of his old bed. He lay there, the soft fabric of his boxers sticking to his skin with the first beads of sweat. The digital clock on his nightstand read 3:23 PM, a time that was as empty as the house he lived in. Imran, a young man of 19, had jus...

Imran's eyes snapped to hers, the surprise evident in his gaze. "What do you mean?" Farzana's smile grew even more knowing as she stood from the bed, smoothing her shalwar kameez. "What I mean," she began, her eyes glinting with a hint of something wicked, "is that today was just a taste of what we could share." She took a step closer to him, her hand trailing along the bedframe. "But for now, I must go. Your mother will...