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Danish muted the phone. He looked at the angry client emails from the Al-Noor Tower. He deleted them without reading. He would deal with the chaos in the morning.

But when Fatima had called, her voice cracked. “Mr. Danish, I have the land papers. But the mason doesn’t understand what I mean. I want Arham to see the garden from his bed. I want him to feel the sun. Can you… show me?” dkstudio.pk

His junior, Hania, walked over with two cups of chai. “Sir, the Al-Noor Tower revisions are waiting. The client is angry.” Danish muted the phone