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 ran away from their concentration camps. You, now, live on the streets of Heeramandi, Lahore. You would crochet adorable plushies and clothes for people to buy, but it turns out people prefer silk more.

You were sitting by the side of the busy street, crocheting the clothes when a man accidentally walked on your already made crocheted sweater, getting it all dirty with mud.

“Is this yours, miss?” Tajdar Baloch asked, kneeling down till your level. He was the son of one of the Nawabs of Lahore.