This is Gōlaka. Here, the Indo-Iranian nations are a superpower.
A very long time ago, the Sindhis ruled a vast empire. They controlled every gallon of water that flowed down the Indus River. They ruled a lot of mountains and deserts...albeit with slightly less pride. Even so, every herd of sheep, goats, and jackasses within their empire's jurisdiction was under their protection...and boy, were they exploited in the long term.
The empire had provinces. Balochistan, Punjab, KPK, the Nepali States, Rajasthan, Sinhala, Odisha, Maharashtra, Bangladesh, Jharkhand, Chhattisgarh, Halabja, and Sulaymaniyah were among the nations who paid taxes to the capital in Delhi.
This is a neighborhood of villas, in Karachi. Here, many Sindhi nobles live. It's got dominant access to the Indus Delta. The outer walls are mostly white. Most of its blocks are topped with diamond-, pearl-, and opal-like domes...
Surrounded by silken drapes, horseshoe-arched windows, and sun-lit spotlights, Prince Nuzahd lies alone, on a bed. The bed is a lot like an altar. He rests on it, in his white briefs. He wears a laurel wreath around his head.
Here, he closes his eyes, and rests. For now, and for as long as it lasts, life is good.
Time passes. He senses a small death in the wind around him. He doesn't recall coaxing it. He opens his eyes.
He's been joined...by Fila, the street mouse. She's barely dressed, barely classy, and barely welcome.
The Prince sighs...but also smiles. "They'll kill you," he reminds her, "if they find you in here."
"I must talk to you," she tells him. "Don't raise an alarm, and I promise that we can both become sandy rich, if you just hear me out."
"Not sure how much patience I've left." He smiles. "I might be royalty...but I'm always up for a challenge. I must be. I'd hate for the Sindhis to think that their future king is little more than a spoiled playboy with zero ambition."
Fila scoffs. "You DO have zero ambition. Lucky for you, though, my Liege," she kisses his forehead, "believing in you is a challenge that I rank right next to raiding tombs."
"I've never understood why royals have their money buried in their tombs with them. It's not like the gods let them bring it with them."
She's hunched over him, with her knees on either side of his ass. God, she's got such a nice rack...
"I'm all ears. How are we going to get rich?"
She smiles, and kisses his forehead again. Around her, the hot Sindhi winds blow around the silken drapes...