The night was darker than ever. The city slept, but shadows moved with intent.
Ahil had regrouped. Humiliated and defeated, he was now a predator plotting his revenge, fueled by rage and humiliation. Every whispered rumor of Hadia's dominance burned him. And Aroohi… she was no longer just a sister. She had seen the truth in Hadia and Zain, and her loyalty wavered between family and morality.
In the penthouse, Hadia and Zain stood overlooking the city. Rain slicked streets below gleamed like molten silver.
"I feel him moving," Hadia murmured, voice tense."Ahil?" Zain asked."Yes… he's planning something. Big."
Aroohi entered silently, her eyes shadowed with guilt and fear."He's not alone," she whispered. "I tried to stop him… but he won't listen. He's… dangerous."
Hadia's fingers tightened around Zain's hand. "Then we stop him before he strikes first. Together."
Zain leaned close, lips brushing hers in a quick, desperate kiss."No one touches you," he growled. "Not him. Not anyone."
The tension exploded moments later when Ahil's men attacked the city's financial district — Hadia's first test of her new empire outside her territory. Bullets rained, alarms blared, and the streets became a war zone.
Hadia and Zain moved like shadows, taking down enemies with lethal precision. Aroohi followed, her heart torn between her brother and her conscience, fighting alongside Hadia and Zain.
At one point, Ahil himself appeared, masked and furious. His eyes locked with Hadia's."You think this is over?" he spat."This is only the beginning," Hadia replied, dagger gleaming. "And you've already lost."
But Zain saw it too — Ahil wasn't defeated yet. There was a storm coming, one that would test everything they had built together.