I grew up as a devout Muslim in a traditional Indian household, always trying to live by the principles of my faith. I wear a hijab, and for the longest time, I believed I understood my place in the world. But ever since I moved to Delhi to live with my brother's family, something within me has shifted.

There's a new energy in the air here, a freedom I hadn't realized I craved. I've started noticing the way his work friends in the building look at me, their glances lingering just a little too long. It stirs something in me- something thrilling and forbidden. I've begun exploring my own body, touching places I had always thought were off-limits. The sensations are intoxicating, like I'm discovering a part of myself that has been locked away for years.

I can't help but wonder if I'm straying from my faith, but when I feel this alive, it's hard to resist the temptation. It's like I'm finally tasting freedom, and it's exhilarating.