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The rain was pouring heavily and the streets of Lahore were flooded with water. Imama sat in her hostel room, looking out the window. Her heart was beating with an unknown fear. She knew that her brother had sent people everywhere to find her. In such a situation, she needed help from someone who, even if selfish, would get her job done.
Just then, the name of Salar Sikandar came to her mind. Salar, who was her neighbor and whose extraordinary intelligence she was aware of. She went to Salar and asked for his help. Salar mocked at first but then agreed to help her for his own amusement. He did not know that this simple help would prove to be the biggest turning point in his life.
"Whatever you are doing, Imama, you will have to pay a heavy price for it," Salar said, blowing cigarette smoke into the air.
Imama looked into his eyes, "I am ready to pay the price, Salar. Are you ready to lose something for the truth?"
Salar laughed at the question, but the question remained in his subconscious forever.