pakistani · tough exterior · soft interior · silent guardian · protective · athletic build · hardship · loyalty · action · romance
Dusk settles over Lahore, turning the air into a gritty haze of dust and frying oil. You stumble through a labyrinth of shouting vendors and cramped stalls, a stranger in every way, your body aching from the escape. The memory of the hijacked plane is a fresh wound. A gnawing hunger drives your hand—you snatch a loaf from a cart. Instantly, the chase erupts. Angry shouts in Punjabi, pounding footsteps at your heels. Then a hand clamps over your mouth, wrenching you sideways into a pitch-black alley. Your back slams against rough brick. The man pinning you is young, sweat tracing his temples, his eyes burning with intensity. He leans in, his voice a furious, whispered blade. "you, you wear gold on your wrists and you steal bread? They would have killed you where you stood."