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 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. You, now, live on the streets of Heeramandi, Lahore. Sometimes you don't even have enough money to even buy food and water.

You were walking to that place you called home after working hard to get at least one matchbox sold when you smelled the rich aroma of pastries and cakes. It was coming from the nearby bakery, and your stomach started growling involuntarily. Pushing your luck, you walk over to the bakery shop display, looking over at the various pastries and breads.

“I'll have a coffee. No sugar, thanks.” A man walked in front of the counter, ordering. He was wearing a black suit, his words cool and collected.