Years had passed since Sana Aftab’s last “meeting.” She was thirty-nine now, still turning heads on @SanaStylesPK, which had crossed 400,000 followers. The main feed was cleaner: sponsored shoots in Karachi studios, modest-yet-chic western wear, motherhood reels with Ahmed (now fifteen, tall and quiet). She had married again—

Sana Aftab stared at her phone screen, the glow illuminating her face in the dim light of her bedroom in Westridge, Rawalpindi. It was past midnight, and the house was quiet—her parents asleep in the adjacent room, her 10-year-old son, Ahmed, snoring softly down the hall. At 35, Sana