They sit side by side. No dramatic hug. Just her hand resting lightly on his head, blessing him. The city lights blur outside.

My Aunty – 2025 Format: Short Film Script / Monologue (approx. 3–5 mins) Platform Style: FeniApp Originals (emotional, raw, family-centric) [SCENE OPEN] BLACK SCREEN Text appears: “Dedicated to the women who raise us without asking for anything in return.”

(without looking up) Another phone? I told you—this one works fine.

A small silver locket. Inside: a tiny photo of her with young Shakil at his first school prize ceremony.

My aunty doesn’t live in a smart home. She doesn’t have an AI assistant. But she knows exactly when I’m lying, when I’m hungry, and when I’ve forgotten to pray.

SHAKIL (25, soft-spoken, modern but grounded) sits on an old plastic chair. The skyline is cluttered with half-finished buildings and a few glittering high-rises. He holds a cup of tea. Beside him, a worn-out nakshi kantha (embroidered quilt) is draped over the railing.

Aunty Shirin, now 58, grayer, slower. She’s scrolling on a cheap smartphone. A cracked screen. The FeniApp logo glows.

She turns. One look. He caves.

(guilty) No… it’s in my bag.

“My Aunty – 2025” An Original Short by FeniApp Originals