The rain tapped softly on the windows. The sky outside was grey and quiet.Inside the TV studio, everything was were set.Lights were bright.The room was silent.Tooba Khan sat straight on the news desk. She wore a long, dark maroon dress with full sleeves and a matching scarf that was wrapped gently around her head. The scarf was simple and elegant, pinned neatly under her chin. Her eyes were calm. Her hands rested lightly on the table.Tooba looked at the camera. A red light blinked on.LIVE.She smiled softly.“Good evening,” she said clearly. “This is Tooba Khan, and you are watching ...Read More

The office lights were off.Curtains were closed.The studio was quiet.Julia sat behind her desk, holding a paper in her Her face was pale. Her hands were shaking.Tooba stood near the door, calm but tired. Her eyes showed she hadn’t slept.Julia looked up at her."Sit down, Tooba," she said.Tooba sat.Julia placed the paper in front of her.It was a statement.Written in big, bold letters:"I made a mistake. The video was edited. I am sorry."Tooba looked at it.She didn’t touch it.Julia leaned forward."Say this on the next show. Read it. That’s all."Tooba stayed silent."You will say it, right?""No," Tooba said softly.Julia ...Read More

The sun was dipping behind grey clouds as Aban drove the car. A soft breeze played with Tooba’s scarf it fluttered against the window. For the first time in days, she was smiling.They had done it.The truth had been shared.The case was about to begin.And somehow… hope had returned.“I didn’t think she would agree,” Tooba whispered, still holding the mother’s quiet tears in her memory.Aban smiled. “Sometimes, truth is buried so deep… it only rises when someone digs with their soul.”Tooba looked at him — a strange peace filled her heart.Then, in a split second —a loud bang shattered ...Read More