The next night, the empire was on alert. Hadia, now fully stepping into her role as mafia queen, coordinated attacks, strategies, and contingencies. Zain stayed close, her shadow and her anchor, while Aroohi became an unlikely ally in intelligence, torn between brother and the couple she had begun to admire.
Ahil moved silently, plotting a massive strike against the empire — and Aroohi knew she could no longer hide the truth from Hadia."I can't lie anymore," she admitted. "He's planning something huge… something that could destroy all of you."
Hadia's eyes flared. "Then we hit first. No hesitation. No mercy."
The three of them — Hadia, Zain, and Aroohi — moved into the night, a perfect storm of power, strategy, and raw emotion.
They confronted Ahil in an abandoned warehouse, the rain beating down outside.
"You're making a mistake," Ahil snarled, eyes full of hatred."No," Hadia replied calmly, voice like steel, "you made a mistake the day you underestimated me."
Bullets flew, shadows collided, and amidst the chaos, Hadia and Zain's hands found each other again — every brush of skin a spark, every glance a promise.
Aroohi, using insider knowledge of Ahil's plan, saved them from a deadly trap, finally choosing loyalty to justice and the couple she now trusted.
Ahil fell, injured but alive, swearing revenge. His empire had crumbled, but the war was far from over.
Rain fell on the warehouse roof. Zain pulled Hadia close, lips meeting hers in a long, passionate kiss, sealing their love in the middle of chaos.
Hadia whispered, voice low and dangerous:"Enemies, lovers, warriors… nothing can stop us now."
Aroohi stood behind them, silently pledging loyalty and understanding that family, love, and power could exist together — but only with fire and shadows.