The city of Raabistan never really sleepsIt just blinks slowly under the neon lights and cigarette haze, pretending it's alive.
Inside Café Khalaq, jazz hums low, and the air smells like burnt espresso and broken dreams.
Ishaal Meer sits by the window, her hands wrapped around a chipped mug. The rain outside paints streaks down the glass like the city is crying for her but she doesn't flinch. She just hums, soft and slow, the kind of tune that makes even ghosts listen.
People call her the girl with the lullaby voiceThey don't know lullabies are just softer ways to mourn.
Across the café, Rayyan Raheel watchesHe's not supposed to be here, not in a place this ordinary. His world is all power meetings, blood oaths, and silence sharpened like knives. But something about the girl's voice makes the chaos in his head go still.
For the first time in years, the predator listens
Their eyes meet..One heartbeat, TwoThe storm outside cracks, thunder echoing like a warning or a promise.
Rayyan smirks "You sing like you've buried someone"Ishaal's gaze lifts "Only the living"
And just like that-the game begins....