Chapter 1

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Islamabad ki sard, barasti hui shaam Arham Sabir Shaikh ke minimalist office ke floor-to-ceiling glass par ek dhundli si chadar bana rahi thi. Har cheez apni jagah par thi—desk par akele akele akele rakha hua laptop, deewar par lagi hui ek abstract painting, aur blueprints ka wo stack jo uske kaam ki tarah hi, bilkul aala darjay ka aur perfection ke sath tarteeb diya gaya tha. Yahan sab kuch control mein tha. Siwaye uss bechaini ke jo pichle do saal se uske dil mein aag ki tarah sulag rahi thi.