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A well-built woman of about 45 years sat in front of the mirror applying her makeup. She wasn't exactly dark-skinned - with her well-defined nose, full lips, and deep-set eyes, her beauty was undeniable. Just looking at her smooth skin and toned body, you could tell she was on vacation. The way she carried herself with such grace, almost like a young maiden, fascinated me so much that I couldn't stop staring.

She continued her makeup routine - powder, lip gloss - then stood up and rubbed lotion over her body. Walking to the closet, she pulled out a cotton sleeping gown with delicate embroidery, put it on, then stood before the mirror again. She sprayed perfume over herself, admiring her reflection with apparent satisfaction. After using mouth freshener, she turned toward the door and walked through the room.

As she moved through the hallway, I noticed the upstairs area of the house was completely silent. She paused briefly outside another door before entering without hesitation. What I saw next shocked me to my core - her body suddenly went rigid, frozen in place for nearly five minutes before she finally pushed the door open and went inside.

Inside the room sat a large man of about 52 years with chocolate-colored skin - neither ugly nor handsome, slightly overweight but with a protruding belly that looked like a six-month pregnancy. He sat on the bed working on his laptop when the door opened. He looked up and gave her an odd, appraising glance.

She stood there meekly, lowering her head like a guilty child as his eyes traveled up and down her body. Without a word, he returned his attention to his laptop and continued working.

After a moment, she moved quietly toward the bed and sat down without speaking.

About ten minutes later, still focused on his laptop screen, he finally spoke: "Happy birthday, Rukayya?"