🩷Ibadat🩷

I hurried down the stairs, my wet hair tied into a loose bun and the fresh scent of jasmine soap lingering around me. Despite having just taken a bath, I felt the rush of guilt surge as I realized how late it was. The clock read 11:30, and the entire house was already buzzing with activity. The sound of Ammi’s brisk movements in the kitchen was a constant rhythm, while Aayat stood beside her, organizing plates and bowls.