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She came to the enemy country with a purpose-
not to be seen, not to be known,
and definitely not to be remembered.
Iqra Amir, the 23-year-old daughter of diplomat Qadir Amir, arrives in Karachi with only two things she trusts-
her faith and her mission.
She has crossed borders not for politics, but for women.
Girls who vanish without noise.
Women whose cries dissolve into the dark veins of Lyari.
And every breadcrumb of truth, every whispered name,
every tremor in the victims' stories leads to one man-
Rehman Dakait.
While the world fears him, Iqra prepares to face him.
Silent, steady, unshaken.
But fate plays dirty.
Because before she ever reaches Rehman,
she collides with a man she has never heard of-
a man who is not used to being unknown.
Uzair Baloch.
Second-in-command.
Shadow of Lyari.
The kind of danger that doesn't need to raise his voice-
his silence is enough.
Their first meeting is nothing like destiny.
Just a question in the wind,
a dupatta fighting the Karachi breeze,
a name spoken in an accent he can't place.
"Kon ho aap?"
"Iqra... Iqra hain hum."
She walks away without fear.
He watches her without understanding why.
She thinks he's a man guarding crates at the port.
He thinks she's a foreigner who doesn't belong anywhere near Lyari.
Neither knows the truth about the other.
Neither knows how tightly their paths will tangle.
Neither knows that the enemy country has already placed them on the same chessboard.
Iqra is here to expose the darkness.
Uzair is born from it.
And when the storm finally breaks,
only one question will matter-
Is she his weakness,
or is she the one woman strong enough
to walk into Lyari and walk out alive?