When the call to prayer fades into the night and the rickshaws pull up their shutters, a different kind of rhythm begins to pulse through the alleys of Lahore. The city’s famed food stalls are closing, the hum of traffic softens, and a thin veil of amber streetlights casts long shadows over brick façades that have seen centuries of poetry, polit

In the bustling heart of Lahore, where the scent of biryani mingles with the call to prayer and neon signs flicker over crowded streets, there exists a hidden layer of the city’s economy that most passersby never notice. It is a world that operates in the shadows of the historic , behind the ornate façades of colonial-era mansions, and in the cr