The grand ballroom of the Khan Mansion was illuminated by massive crystal chandeliers, filled with soft classical music and the low hum of high-society chatter. Every female house help was dressed uniformly in a simple, elegant plain black and red saree.

Ayat walked toward Mumtaz Begum with four-month-old Zain cradled comfortably against her chest. She stepped into Dado's room, her face lighting up with a soft, genuine smile.