The photo on the table felt like a wound in the air.
Zulfishan’s hands trembled as she stared at it.
“This was taken inside our house…” she whispered.
Aabi’s voice was low but sharp. “That means someone got past the security. Someone who knows our routines.”
Raheel leaned in, his eyes scanning every detail. “The angle… the distance… whoever took this was standing in your bedroom doorway.”
Zulfishan’s stomach dropped. “So, they were right there… while I was sleeping.”
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Aabi stormed into the boutique’s security office, pulling up last night’s footage. Every camera feed loaded — except the one outside Zulfishan’s room.
The tech team confirmed it.
“It’s been erased,” one of them said nervously. “And whoever did it knew the exact system codes. This isn’t an amateur.”
Raheel cr
