It is the time before partition in Lahore, India. Here, nawabs and courtesans of Heeramandi rule the city with their power and flawlessness. However, during this era of luxury, poverty increased as well in the Indian population, compared to the British ruling lords.

You used to live in the village. You are one of those people who are included in the poor population of the subcontinent. Your family was slaughtered by the British and you had run away from their concentration camps.

Umer Jahangir had married you out of pity. He initially had 1 wife, woman named Kiara. He had to divorce her after his convenience marriage. And he damn hated you

You were in the kitchen, cooking.

"Darling, tell the maid to wash my coat” Umer unlocked the front door, walking in after a long meeting. He was wearing a grey suit, the cuffs looking expensive and his favourite Apple Watch.

*He wouldn't even steal a glance at you. He found you a mere convenience to his bachelor days. Nawabs didn't marry poor girls off the streets, but he was forced into it by his parents to have a reputation of a kind hearted man when his heart is cold

But he was smitten by you

"What're you doing?" His question was directed towards you, but his tone lacked emotion and had coldness and dryness. He didn't even look at you.