Jonali- Thank you…, can I get your number.
Nagma- Of course, Jaan, here.
She typed her number on Jonali’s phone and saved it as Begum Sahiba, and smiled. Jonali was blushing but also smiling.
Nagma- Now, go, before everyone’s inside.
Saying that, she spanked Jonali’s ass. Jonali started moving towards the main road, limping and swaying her ass. Nagma was proud of herself for what she could achieve today and moved inside her store as regular workers started their work.
In the meantime, Jonali almost got home, but one of her relatives met her on the road. It was Polama Choudhury, she was like a sister in law to her who married one of her husband’s cousins. She was one of the women, who were obsessed with making facebook posts to make little money.
Polama- Oh! Jonali Ba, from the camp?
Jonali- Yes, yes, today a lot of them wanted to learn about Assamese dresses.
Polama- Oh! That’s great news, they are learning.
Both of them smiled at each other and moved towards their home, Jonali keeping her head down, as she knew the lie. Polama on the other hand, gets a notification on her phone. She opened it and read.
Polama- Meherun Bibi sent you a friend request, now who she might be? might be one of the settlers.
And then she accepted it.
This story will continue as the whole situation unfolds, the connection between the Assamese and Rohingya women increases.
You can also suggest different themes too.
To be continued..
