###(Enemies to Lover):Ahil&Aroohi
The dim moonlight filtered through the cracked windows of the dilapidated building, casting silver shadows on Ahil's face. Blood trickled from his shoulder, staining his shirt darker, but his grip on Aroohi's wrist remained steady—gentle yet unyielding.
"I'm fine," he repeated, voice low and rough, but his eyes betrayed the pain.
Aroohi knelt closer, her free hand hovering over his wound. "You're bleeding like a fool. Let me see."
He didn't release her wrist. Instead, he pulled her nearer, until she was almost straddling his legs on the dusty floor. Rain hammered the roof like gunfire, drowning out the distant shouts of Ibrahim's men searching the alleys.
"You worry about me now, Malika?" Ahil's lips curved in a weak smirk, but his thumb traced slow circles on her pulse point. "Minutes ago, you wanted me dead."
Aroohi's breath caught. She hated how his touch sent warmth spreading through her veins, how his scent—blood, rain, and sandalwood—made her head spin. "I still do," she whispered, but her fingers finally touched his shoulder, tearing the fabric to inspect the graze.
It wasn't deep—a bullet graze—but enough to make him wince when she pressed around it.
Ahil's other hand came up, cupping her cheek. "Liar."
Their faces were inches apart. Years of hatred simmered in her eyes, but something softer—something terrifying—flickered too.
"Why did you take that bullet for me back there?" she demanded, voice trembling. "In the mansion... you could've let it hit."
"Because I promised your father," he murmured, eyes darkening. "And because losing you would kill me faster than any bullet."
Aroohi froze. Memories crashed over her: the night her father died, young Ahil stitching her wrist scar in secret, whispering promises she hadn't understood then.
She leaned in, forehead resting against his. "I hate you."
"I know." His lips brushed hers—not a kiss, just a tease. "Hate me all you want. Just don't leave."
The tension snapped. Aroohi closed the distance, kissing him fiercely—angry, desperate, pouring every conflicting emotion into it. Ahil groaned softly, his hand tangling in her wet hair, pulling her closer. She tasted blood on his lips, felt his body tense with pain and want.
When they broke apart, gasping, Aroohi rested her head on his good shoulder. "This doesn't fix anything."
"No," he agreed, arms wrapping around her protectively. "But it's a start."
A loud crash echoed outside—wood splintering nearby. Voices shouted in Turkish: "They came this way!"
Ahil tensed. "They're close."
Aroohi stood quickly, helping him up. Pain flashed across his face, but he grabbed the gun from her hand. "There's a back exit. Leads to the old sewers."
She nodded, supporting his weight as they moved deeper into the building. Their bodies stayed close—enemies forced into alliance, lovers trapped in denial.
As they slipped into the shadows, Aroohi glanced back at him. "If we survive this..."
"We will," Ahil cut in, voice firm. "And then you can decide if you still want to kill me."
She almost smiled. Almost.
**(Meanwhile – Hadia & Zain, Istanbul Streets)**
Zain stumbled down the hospital stairs, blood soaking his coat from the bullet in his shoulder. Hadia followed close, her dagger backin hand, eyes scanning for threats.
"You idiot!" she hissed, catching him as he swayed. "Why did you take that shot?"
Zain leaned against the wall in a dark corridor, breathing hard. "Because your father asked me to protect his daughters. Aroohi has Ahil... and you have me."
Hadia's heart twisted. The kiss on the rooftop lingered on her lips—stormy, forbidden.
She tore his coat open to check the wound. "You're not dying on me."
"Not planning to." His hand caught hers, holding it against his chest. "But if I do... know I kept the promise."
"Shut up." Tears mixed with rain on her face. She pressed her lips to his—soft this time, urgent. He kissed back weakly, fingers threading through hers.
Gunfire echoed above—Ibrahim's men storming the building.
Zain pulled away. "Go. Find Aroohi."
"Not without you." Hadia slung his arm over her shoulder. "We're ending this together."
Side by side, bleeding and broken, they escaped into the night—two souls once divided by lies, now bound by truth and fire.
To be continued…