Night had fallen, and the penthouse was tense.
Zain and Hadia were finally alone for a few fleeting moments. The penthouse, though full of guards and secrets, felt like a world apart.
"You've changed," Zain whispered, tracing her jawline.
"So have you," she replied, soft but firm.
Their eyes met. No words were needed — months of tension, betrayal, desire, and loyalty boiled over.
Zain stepped closer, lips grazing hers. "I've waited too long," he said, voice rough, low.
Hadia hesitated. Her instincts screamed danger, yet her body betrayed her completely. She let herself fall into the kiss — bold, desperate, electric.
Outside, Ahil was planning another attack, his men moving through the city with guns and knives.Aroohi, however, stayed close to Hadia, torn between loyalty to her brother Ahil and the love she had begun to feel for Zain — a dangerous triangle of trust, love, and revenge.
For the first time, Hadia allowed herself to be vulnerable — just a fraction — and Zain responded with the same hunger and devotion, claiming her not just as an ally, but as a woman he loved fiercely.