Hadia sat alone in the dimly lit office of her penthouse, contemplating the empire she now ruled. The city below whispered her name, feared her, respected her.
Even as the mafia queen, her heart belonged entirely to Zain. She wouldn't admit it, but every thought of him stirred something dangerous inside her.
Zain appeared silently behind her, eyes dark, full of fire and longing."You can't hide from me," he said.
"I'm not hiding," she replied, trying to sound cold, but her voice trembled.
"You are," he whispered. "I will find every part of you — the deadly queen, the girl you used to be, and the one who trusts me."
Aroohi entered quietly, eyes glimmering with tears and regret."You two… I thought I knew loyalty… but maybe some things are bigger than family," she whispered, voice trembling.
Hadia looked at her, a hint of softness in her deadly glare. "Stand by us, or stay out of the way. This empire will not wait for anyone."
Their lips met in a slow, intense kiss — a collision of fire and ice, desire and trust, danger and longing. Aroohi watched, torn, knowing that the woman she had once idolized had become unstoppable — and that Zain and Hadia were inseparable now.