Life In The City

Kasab was not an easy city for outsiders. It was loud, restless, and unforgiving to those who had no place in it. The people moved fast, and the streets belonged to those who understood them.

Malik understood nothing.

His days were spent at the mechanic's shop, doing small jobs for whatever money he could get. The work was rough, but it kept him fed. He learned to navigate the city—where to find the cheapest food, which streets were safe after dark, and which fights were best ignored.

In the evenings, he played football with the local boys. He wasn't the best, but he was quick. The game wasn't about winning. It was just a way to pass time, a way to be part of something, even if only for an hour.

Kasab had a way of making men disappear. Some lost themselves in work, some in alcohol, and others in the city's darker corners. Malik?

He was just there.