Now, a decade later, she finds that same sketch tucked inside a bolt of jamawar fabric delivered to her studio. No note. Just his initials— Z.S. —in the corner.

Hala Farooqi , 26, is the eldest daughter of a respected pepsi-wala (soft drink distributor) family in the People’s Colony No. 2. She is a master phulkari embroiderer, secretly running an online boutique called “Rang Rasm” from her bedroom. Her father wants her to marry a settled, “sensible” cousin from abroad. But Hala dreams of turning her embroidery into a global brand.

He freezes. He hadn’t expected her fire. Or the way her jhumka still swings when she argues.

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