Other than being a steamy 90’s film noir starring “Big Don” Johnson that most people have long forgotten, The Hot Spot is outwardly just an ice cream shop, nestled away in a quiet corner of the otherwise teeming metropolis, Islamabad. However upon closer inspection there are far darker and more sinister happenings than just ice cream at The Hot Spot
One or two of the more rebellious kind of kids with a particularly devil may care (some might even say death-wish like) attitude were the first to step up to the window to sample the mysterious wares. There were initial whispers and mutterings here and there but gradually, what was a trickle of brave customers became most of the small school.
Soon, the little monsters did what they do best and dragged along their brothers and sisters, as well as Mom and Dad to that notorious “last house on the right” in F 6/3’s Street 60. Soon we made a discovery of our own we needed more freezers and more ice cream buckets in order not to run out each day! We also needed a larger blackboard on which to write our growing “array” of flavours.
All those nights churning away till the mad hours of dawn now appeared to have been well worth the pain and so the story really began. The ugly, nonsensical dabbling followed soon after.