The evening glow of New York City filtered through the expansive glass windows of Haider’s penthouse, bathing the space in hues of warm amber and soft gold, as if the city itself sought to soothe the turmoil within. The penthouse exuded understated elegance, its plush charcoal sofas adorned with golden embroidery that shimmered like threads of royalty. A glimmering crystal chandelier hung like a constellation, casting playful patterns across the polished marble floors, their cool surface reflecting the city’s fading light. The air was sharp with the faint tang of Haider’s cedarwood cologne, mingling with the citrusy freshness of recently cleaned surfaces, a blend that lent the space an air of meticulous luxury. A sleek ebony bar stood in one corner, its crystal decanters catching the light
