The city was silent, but for Zain, every heartbeat screamed her name.Hadia. Alive. Deadly. Untouchable.
He had chased shadows for months, but tonight… tonight he would confront her.
Hadia moved through the dark alleys, every step precise, every motion lethal.Her reputation as the ghostly mafia queen was growing, and with it, her wrath.Ahil's empire trembled with every move she made.
Yet her heart betrayed her.Every instinct screamed Zain was near, and she hated how her chest tightened at just the thought of him.
Zain finally cornered her in the abandoned warehouse district, the air thick with smoke and rain.Hadia turned, dagger glinting under the flickering lights.
"You found me," she said, voice sharp, eyes blazing."You're reckless, Zain. Stay away, or you die."
He smiled, just slightly, but his eyes burned."I don't care if you're a killer now.I don't care if you hate me.I don't care if you're the most dangerous person alive.Because I'm not leaving. Not without you."
Hadia's grip on the dagger tightened."I'm not yours. I'm not anyone's.I'm the storm that will destroy everyone — including you, if you come closer."
Zain stepped into her space anyway, closing the distance between them."You think I'll run?No.I've lost too much to run now.And I don't care if it kills me… I'll face the storm with you."
Her eyes flickered. Part of her wanted to strike him, part of her wanted to throw herself into his arms.Her control — the very thing that made her a ghost — wavered.
And then it happened.
He reached for her hand.She flinched.His thumb brushed her knuckles, gentle, impossible.Her heart betrayed her — a flutter she hadn't felt in months.
"You're insane," she whispered."And maybe… maybe that's why I can't hate you completely."
Zain's lips curved into a dangerous smile."Then let's stop pretending.Enemies, lovers… ghosts, flames…We're already tangled, Hadia. Let's see where it ends."
Suddenly, the warehouse doors exploded inward.Ahil's men, armed to the teeth, stormed in.Hadia's eyes narrowed — her vengeance moment had arrived.
Zain pulled her behind him, hand firm, unwavering."Ready?" he asked.Her lips curved into a wicked smile. "Always."
The fight began.Steel clashed. Bullets flew. Shadows danced.And through it all, Zain stayed close, protecting her, watching her, unable to resist the pull between them.
Every strike she landed, every enemy that fell, made Zain's heart beat faster.This dangerous, lethal, untouchable Hadia was the woman he loved — feared to lose — and wanted more than ever.
Finally, after chaos and blood, they stood alone amidst the wreckage.Hadia's chest heaved.Zain stepped close, voice low and rough:"You survived.I survived.And somehow… we're still alive. Together."
Her eyes softened just slightly, letting him see a glimpse of the girl she used to be."Together… for now," she whispered, dangerous and bold.
And as the rain poured down, Zain pulled her close.For the first time in months, they didn't fight the pull between them.Enemies, lovers, ghosts, and flames — tangled in a dance that no one could stop.