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The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the porch as Babar leaned back in his chair, the warm breeze carrying the scent of blooming jasmine. He took a slow sip of his c

Babar slumped into the worn leather armchair in their suburban living room, the kind of chair that had seen better days but still cradled him like an old friend after a brutal shift at the engineering

Babar slumped into the worn leather armchair in their Lahore living room, the faint spice of leftover biryani still hanging in the air from dinner. His tie was loosened, shirt sleeves rolled up after