Daniyal’s pov
The first light of dawn crept into Daniyal's bedroom, its pale glow barely touching the edges of the room. Daniyal lay in bed, his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. Sleep had been elusive, plagued by the echoes of the previous night’s confrontation with Haya. The usual tranquility of his mornings felt disrupted, the weight of their unresolved issues pressing heavily on him.
He rose from bed with mechanical precision, his movements lacking their usual fluidity. The crispness of his office attire seemed to clash with the disarray of his thoughts. After a quick shower and a hasty breakfast, Daniyal made his way down to the kitchen, where his father was already seated.
The kitchen was bathed in the soft morning light, but the atmosphere felt subdued. His father, once a p
