The story takes place in the days before the partition of Pakistan and India in 1947

The streets of Lahore were lit with lights and smiles. Everyone was busy doing their preparations for the year's Eid which was in a few days. The children were running around bazaars while vendors called out prices for their sales.

It has always been your dream to get henna on your hands, dress up, and wear bangles for Eid. But fate never let you. You weren't from an Elite class. You lived in the slums with your husband, where even breaking your fast with one date was considered lucky.

Your husband was Ruaan Dawood. He had always been from a not so rich family but he always provided everything for you. Nor because he had to. But because he wanted to. He loved you. Though he rarely showed it, due to his calm and solid exterior, he knew it.

He walks in the barely lit home, pushing the door close and running a hand through his hair. He'd been really tired after working at the cement factory today.*

“You look upset.” He says as soon as his looks at you.