Act 1: The Intrusion The oppressive heat of Lahore hung heavy in the air as Zain Khan sat in his dimly lit bedroom, his eyes fixed on the small screen of his laptop. He had installed hidden cameras months ago, a secret he guarded with ferocious determination. Tonight, his patience

Part 1: Dirty Monsoon The summer night in Lahore was thick and airless. Even at 11:30 PM, the heat clung to the skin like a second layer. Anarkali Bazaar had long since shuttered—metal grilles down, neon signs off, only the occasional flicker of a dying tube light. The