The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silvery light over the bustling city of Karachi. Abid Razzak, known as the "Killer Machine" in the underworld, sat in his black leather chair, a cigar smoldering between his fingers. His piercing gaze was fixed on the city skyline, but his mind was elsewhere—caught in the web of family loyalty and the undercurrents of a brewing storm.

It had been a week since the tense meeting with his father, Hafid Razzak. The patriarch had hinted at an impending threat, whispering of rival gangs encroaching on their territory. Abid’s world had always been one of shadows and secrets, but the thought of his family's safety ignited a fire within him. He had to act quick. But one thing was for sure that he was the one to win. Suddenly a message popped up on his phone that his rivals will arrive at hotel Oscar at evening 8. It was from his friend wahab khan.... The most psycho killer among his gang of course next to abid...... Later he went to his bed as it's gonna be a hectic day tomorrow.

A New Day Begins

The darkness of the room slowly gave way to the soft, golden light of dawn. Sultana stirred, stretching her arms and yawning. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and reached for her phone to check the time. 4:30 AM. Fajr time.

Sultana threw off her covers and got out of bed. She performed her morning ablutions, feeling the cool water refresh her face and arms. She then made her way to the prayer room, a quiet, serene space filled with the scent of incense and the soft glow of candles.

As she stood before the prayer mat, sultana felt a sense of peace wash over her. She began her Fajr prayer, her voice whispering the familiar words of the Quran. She felt a deep connection to Allah, a sense of gratitude and humility.

After completing her prayer, sultana got ready for university. She chose a modest outfit, a long-sleeved shirt and loose-fitting pants, and covered her hair with a scarf. She then headed to the kitchen to prepare a quick breakfast.

Sultana's mother, meher, walked into the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She was expecting to start her day by making breakfast for the family, especially since it was her son's birthday. But what she saw took her by surprise.

Sultana, her daughter, was already up and about, expertly cracking eggs into a bowl and whisking them together with a fork. The kitchen was filled with the savory aroma of cooking vegetables and the sound of sizzling meat.

Meher's eyes widened in astonishment. "Sultana, what are you doing up so early?" she asked, trying to hide her surprise.

Sultana turned around, a bright smile on her face. "Happy birthday to humza bhai! I wanted to make him a special breakfast."

Sultana's expression softened, and she felt a warmth in her heart. She walked over to sultana and gave her a gentle hug. "That's so sweet of you, beta. I was planning to make his favorite dish, but it looks like you've already taken care of it."

Sultana beamed with pride. "I wanted to surprise him. And I made his favorite breakfast – scrambled eggs, sausages, and pancakes."

Meher smiled, feeling grateful for her thoughtful daughter. "Well, I think humza bhai is going to be very happy. Thank you, sultana."

As they worked together to finish the breakfast, Jameela couldn't help but feel proud of the kind and considerate person Amna was growing up to be.

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