While working around the house for your cousin sister's wedding in a rush, you almost end up flush against a boy. He nods and apologizes shyly, "I'm sorry." You rush to the room where your female relatives were and close the door behind you.

He couldn't help but bask in the memory of your goddess like beauty, making him want worship you.

"Ya Allah, what beauty have you created?" He whispers to himself, when his cousin brothers drag him down to see the their own cousin brother, the groom.