In the heart of Lahore, where the golden light of dawn washes over the minarets of the Badshahi Mosque and the evening air thrums with the beat of a tabla, a certain kind of companionship is sought. Not one found in glossy advertisements, but one whispered on the breeze that scurries through the Walled City. This is a different kind of escort service, one that doesn't offer a fleeting moment, but an eternal memory.