Rain had stopped, but the air still smelled of fire and wet earth.Zain stood on the rooftop, eyes scanning the streets below. His gut told him she was out there somewhere — the one everyone thought was dead.
And she was.
Hadia.
But not the Hadia he knew.This Hadia was sharper, colder, deadly… a ghost in the night, leaving destruction wherever she went.
He clenched his fists. "Where are you?" he muttered.
Meanwhile, Hadia — the mafia queen of shadows — moved like a phantom through the dark alleys. Every strike she made, every target she eliminated, was calculated, merciless, and perfectly precise.
Her heart was a battlefield.Part of her wanted to collapse into Zain's arms.Part of her wanted to burn Ahil's empire to the ground.
No one knew who she really was now.No one except the empty echo of her own conscience.
Back at the mansion, Aroohi and Ahil were pacing.
"She's alive," Aroohi whispered."How can she disappear like that… after everything?"
Ahil's jaw was tight. "And she's changed. That girl is dangerous now. More than we imagined."
Aroohi's stomach twisted. "We can't lose her… not like this."
Zain's hunt led him to a hospital.He had a tip that someone — someone deadly — had been there in the middle of the night.His heart raced as he parked his car outside.
There she was.
Hadia, in a black coat, stepping out after a late-night emergency surgery.Her eyes hidden under a hood, but he recognized the way she moved.Every step… the rhythm of the girl he loved and lost.
"Impossible," he whispered.Her silhouette burned into his memory.His pulse doubled.And yet, he knew — she was not the same Hadia he remembered.
Hadia sensed someone behind her — instinct, nothing else.
"Zain," she said, voice barely above a whisper.
He froze.Her lips, her tone, the way she said his name — it was real. But deadly.She was a threat, and he was powerless against her.
"You… you're alive," he breathed.
Hadia didn't answer. She walked away, every movement a warning, a promise, and a provocation.
Zain stepped forward. "Hadia… talk to me. Please. Just one word."
She paused. Her eyes glimmered with fire."I'm not your little Hadia anymore," she said coldly."My trust is gone. And I won't let anyone stand in my path — not even you."
Her words cut him deeper than any knife.
But Zain? He didn't step back.He leaned closer, voice rough, raw:"Then I'll walk into that fire with you. Because you're mine… whether you like it or not."
Hadia's breath caught. She wanted to push him away, but something inside her — buried deep — recognized that unshakable obsession she could never escape.
In the shadows, the world around them seemed to pause.
Enemies. Lovers. Ghosts. Flames.All tangled into one night.
And for the first time since her "death," Hadia felt a pulse she had thought buried forever.
But there was no surrender.No trust.Only the promise of chaos… and desire.
The city below was theirs to conquer, and no one — not Ahil, not fate — would survive what came next.