The night was heavy, laced with danger. Haseena crouched in the shadows, phone in hand, recording evidence that would finally put the criminals behind bars. Her breaths were steady, her eyes sharp, every movement calculated. She always made sure her phone was on silent in such operations—always. But tonight was different. Exhaustion had taken its toll. Days of chasing criminals, endless sleepless nights, and the relentless blame poured on her by her mama and mami had worn her down. And in that haze of fatigue, she had forgotten.

The shrill sound of her ringtone tore through the silence.