Surkh

Surkh: crimson; the color of roses, of blood, and of wars fought long after their beginnings have been forgotten.

For generations, the Sherazis and the Naqvis have stood on opposite sides of a feud so old that no one remembers where it began, only that it has survived long enough to become a legacy of its own. Inherited like a birthright and carried like a burden, the rivalry has shaped their very being.

At the center of it stand Sikander Sherazi and Faris Naqvi.

Bound by years of hostility, clashing ambitions, and a history neither man is willing to forgive, they are everything the other was raised to hate. As old tensions escalate and the fragile peace between their families begins to fracture, both men find themselves moving steadily toward a war that has been decades in the making.

Because some rivalries are not measured in victories or defeats. They are measured in blood.

And in the end, the only thing more dangerous than Sikander Sherazi's hatred for Faris Naqvi is...
his inability to stay away from Faris Naqvi's wife.