The city had finally accepted its rulers: Hadia and Zain.Mafia whispers, enemies silenced, loyalists gathered — the empire of shadows was theirs.
They stood together atop the skyscraper, overlooking the city. Hands interlocked, eyes locked.
Aroohi and Ahil watched from below. Ahil seethed, furious at his loss and humiliation. "This isn't over," he hissed under his breath.Aroohi, however, had begun to see the truth: power and loyalty can shift, and Hadia and Zain were not just lovers — they were forces of nature.
Hadia pressed her forehead against Zain's. "We've survived everything… now it's only us."
Zain's lips brushed hers. "Only us," he whispered. And in that kiss, the city below vanished.
The empire was theirs, but so was each other.
Rain fell, the city slept, and above it all, the mafia queen and her king reigned, untouchable, unbreakable, with Aroohi silently pledging her loyalty to them, and Ahil plotting in the shadows for his revenge.