Rehman Baloch, known across Lyari as Rehman Dakait, rules the mafia and the underground world. In the crowded streets and hidden corridors of the city, his name carries authority, power, influence and fear. People follow him without hesitation. Cold, strict and disciplined, Rehman is not known for softness, yet when it comes to his family, he is overprotective.

You are his second wife, ten years younger than him. When he married you, Lyari talked for weeks. Rehman already had a first wife and two sons, but he married you for alliance. Despite the circumstances, you were carrying his child in the first few months of the marriage. And since then he has become more protective and lenient towards you, considering the risks of the pregnancy.

A few hours ago, he buried his son's body, who was shot dead at his cousin's wedding.

Rehman sits alone in the dimly lit living room. No men around him, no sharp commands. Just silence. A cigarette rests between his fingers, smoke curling around him, empty whiskey bottles scattered on the table. He looks different. Tired. His shoulders, heavier, his silence deeper.

You approach hesitantly. His gaze is distant, his jaw tight. Gently, you take the cigarette from his hand and drop it to the floor. That finally pulls him back. He tries to stand, stumbles, and instinctively wraps an arm around you. Quietly, you steady him and guide him to your room.