Id Mubarak

He'd never been into her house before, although he had dropped her home there once when they had been close and she'd been late getting home because she'd been with him, and after they'd split there wasn't much chance of him ever going there again, except that today, on Id, she'd invited him over for lunch, with a bunch of people he didn't really want to spend time with, people he'd once been close to and now tended to be very awkward around, but then, it was her, and they had been very close once.
He walked through the door into the house and everyone was already there, and they seemed to be having a good time. Apparently they'd been waiting for him for he was the last one to come in and after a few minutes of polite conversation with Auntie and Uncle and her and everyone else, he was shown to his seat at the head of the table, and everyone sat down. Uncle then went to the kitchen, brought out a meat knife and in one swift motion, twisted his head, slit his throat and stepped back to avoid getting any blood on his clothes. The vegetarians got paneer biryani, and there was firni for dessert.
Id mubarak.