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Chapter 8 - The First Compromise  

**Scene 1: Hidden Truths** 

*(Location: Haroon's Apartment – Morning)* 

Maryam adjusted the hem of her *kameez* over her rounded belly, wincing as Ubaid pressed a tiny foot against her ribs. The monsoon humidity clung to the walls of their cramped apartment as she tidied Haroon's cluttered desk. Her fingers brushed against a false panel in the drawer—a hiding spot she'd never noticed. 

Inside lay a police badge crusted with dried blood. 

*"Ye kya hai?"* she whispered, her throat tightening. *What is this?* The serial number matched Haroon's old hawaldar insignia, but the bloodstains told a darker story. 

Footsteps echoed in the corridor. She shoved the badge into her *dupatta* just as Haroon entered, his uniform reeking of cigarette smoke and rain. 

*"Chai banaun?"* he asked, avoiding her eyes. *Should I make tea?* 

Maryam clutched her belly. *"Tumne kab se jhooth bolna seekh liya?"* *When did you learn to lie?* 

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**Scene 2: Fractured Trust** 

*(Location: Apartment – Night)* 

The argument erupted like a storm. 

*"Murder ko dhaka de rahe ho?"* Maryam's voice trembled. *You're covering up a murder?* 

Haroon gripped the edge of their rickety table. *"Tumhe samajh nahi aayega—"* 

*"Samajhna nahi, *chahta* bhi nahi!"* She slammed the badge on the table. *I don't want to understand!* 

Ubaid kicked violently, a flurry beneath her skin. Maryam gasped, clutching her stomach. Haroon reached for her, but she recoiled. 

*"Usne mujhe dara diya,"* she whispered. *He's frightened.* 

Haroon's hands shook. *"Main tum dono ko bacha raha hoon."* *I'm protecting you both.* 

A knock cut through the silence. 

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**Scene 3: Sinister Gift** 

*(Location: Apartment Door – Moments Later)* 

The parcel was small, wrapped in black cloth. Inside gleamed a silver rattle, its handle engraved with a serpent coiled around a scale. The note read: 

*"Khush aamdeed, Ubaid. —M"* 

*Welcome to the game.* 

Maryam traced the serpent's fangs. *"Yeh kaunsi khel hai?"* *What game is this?* 

Haroon's phone buzzed—a blocked number. Malik's voice slithered through: *"Bachche ko lori sunana… *sone* se pehle."* *Sing the baby a lullaby… before bedtime.* 

The line went dead. Outside, a streetlamp flickered, casting long shadows over the rattle. 

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