The cool night breeze slipped into the room through the window. Zoya sat beside her father, checking his pulse. Outside, Ilyas was pacing fast with Fahad, his face flushed with anger.
"Zaryab… my right-hand man… how can he be a traitor?" Ilyas slammed his fist against the wall.
Fahad spoke quietly, "Sir, we have records of his secret calls with Nazli. He's been feeding the enemy inside information."
Ilyas took a deep breath. "If that's true, then he's not just my man… he's also the enemy of Zoya's life."
Zoya's Suspicion
As Zoya stepped out of the room, she heard Ilyas speaking in a harsh tone.
"If he's a traitor, I'll kill him with my own hands."
She approached him. "May I ask… who are you talking about?"
Ilyas hesitated for a moment before saying, "Zaryab… the one I trusted the most."
Zoya was shocked. "Zaryab? He's been with you since childhood… what if someone's setting him up?"
Ilyas replied bitterly, "This time, there's no room for mistakes, Zoya."
The First Strike of Betrayal
The next night, when everyone was in their rooms, gunfire erupted.
Zoya rushed to the window — masked attackers in black had invaded the courtyard.
Ilyas grabbed his weapon instantly and shouted, "Everyone, take your positions!"
Zoya also picked up a gun — she was no longer the fearful Zoya she once was.
In the chaos of bullets, a shadow moved behind Ilyas, trying to stab him with a knife. He spun around, twisting the attacker's arm… and when he saw the face, his eyes turned crimson with rage.
"Zaryab!"
Zaryab gritted his teeth. "You betrayed me, Khan. I was your shadow, yet you left me in the dark."
Ilyas growled, "And you destroyed my trust."
Zoya's Life in Danger
Zaryab suddenly threw a smoke bomb, shrouding the area in thick fog.
In the confusion, he grabbed Zoya.
"If you value her life, Khan… drop your weapon!"
Ilyas couldn't risk a shot — fear flickered in Zoya's eyes, but then… a faint smile touched her lips.
In a blink, she pulled out a small hidden dagger, slashed Zaryab's arm, and freed herself — giving Ilyas the perfect opening.
Ilyas fired — Zaryab collapsed, wounded.
The Truth About Zaryab
Zaryab was thrown into a cell.
During interrogation, he confessed, "Nazli promised me that if I handed over your wife, she'd make me the new king of the mafia."
Ilyas replied coldly, "A king is the one who protects his people… not a traitor."
Zaryab was ordered to be sent to prison, but Fahad brought alarming news —
"Sir… Nazli has started preparing for a new strike. And this time, her target isn't just Zoya… it's the entire city."
A Confession of Love
In the final hours of the night, despite the looming threats, Ilyas sat close to Zoya.
"Zoya… today you risked your life to protect me."
Zoya smiled. "Love isn't proven with words… it's proven with actions, Khan."
Ilyas spoke softly, "Then know this… I'm ready to give my life for you."
Joy lit up Zoya's face, and her eyes glistened with tears.
"Then… together, we'll end Nazli."
Ilyas kissed her forehead. "Together… always."
Morning Silence
It was morning, yet the Mafia House was shrouded in an unusual silence.
Everyone was armed, faces grim, eyes holding the same burning question — When and where will Nazli strike?
Ilyas Khan stood in the grand hall before everyone.
"Fahad, what does the recon report say?"
Fahad unfolded a map.
"Sir, Nazli's target is the Central City Hall. She plans to plant a bomb there to throw the entire city into terror."
Zoya immediately spoke up,
"I'm going on this mission too."
Ilyas replied in a stern voice,
"This will be your first battlefield, Zoya… and facing Nazli is no easy task."
Zoya locked eyes with him.
"You made me your wife, not a prisoner. I will fight by your side, Khan."
Ilyas thought for a moment… then placed a weapon in her hands.
"Fine… but stay within my sight."
The Mission Begins
Under the cover of night, three vehicles sped toward the city center.
Zoya's heartbeat was racing, but her grip was steady.
Ilyas spoke through the radio,
"Stay sharp… Nazli could make her move any second."
Suddenly, a deafening blast tore through the air.
Smoke and screams erupted from the back entrance of Central City Hall.
"That was a decoy!" Fahad shouted.
"The real bomb is under the main hall!"
Ilyas gave his order without hesitation,
"Team B, get the civilians out. Zoya and I are going inside!"
Zoya's First Kill
Inside the hall, smoke, shattered glass, and chaos reigned.
Zoya and Ilyas moved toward the basement.
Out of nowhere, an armed man lunged at Zoya.
She reacted instantly, pulling the trigger — her first kill.
Her hands trembled for a second, but she forced her breathing to steady.
Ilyas glanced at her.
"Good shooting… but next time, don't hesitate."
Face to Face with Nazli
In the basement, a tall shadow blocked their path.
Nazli — clad in black, a venomous smile on her lips.
"Khan… you dream of winning every time, but this time… you'll watch your wife die before your eyes."
Ilyas raised his gun at her.
"This time, you're not walking out alive."
Nazli lifted a remote control.
"One button… and this building goes down with you in it."
A Race Against Time
Zoya quietly shifted to the right, grabbed a chair, and hurled it at Nazli.
In that instant, Ilyas caught her hand, forcing the remote to the floor.
But Nazli used a smoke bomb to cover her escape.
Ilyas slammed his fist into the wall in fury.
"She got away again!"
The bomb disposal team defused the time bomb — with only thirty seconds left.
The First Confession of Weakness
After the mission, Zoya sat in the car, exhaustion and a faint tremor in her eyes.
"Khan… today I took a life."
Ilyas gently held her hand.
"This is war, Zoya… and sometimes, to survive, you have to kill."
In a low voice, she said,
"But I was afraid…"
Ilyas gave her a faint smile.
"Only humans feel fear. You are human… but now, you're also Khan's wife."
The Turning Point
Back at the Mafia House, Fahad placed a report on the table.
"Sir… someone from the inside fed Nazli information."
Ilyas narrowed his eyes.
"Who?"
Fahad spoke slowly,
"Sir… the name that came up is Zoya's cousin, Haris."
The color drained from Zoya's face.
"That… is impossible!"
Ilyas' voice turned cold.
"If this is true… your next mission will be the hardest one yet."
After-dinner Silence
After dinner, an unusual silence hung over the Mafia House.
Ilyas Khan was in his room studying maps, while Zoya sat in the courtyard, lost in thought.
Only one question kept circling in her mind — Could Haris really be a traitor?
At that moment, Fahad walked in.
"Boss… our spy saw Haris with Nazli's people. Here's photographic proof."
Zoya snatched the file — the picture showed Haris sitting in a café with one of Nazli's closest men.
Ilyas looked at Zoya and said,
"This mission is yours. You have to find out if this photo is real… or a trap."
The Secret Meeting
Two days later, disguised in a black hijab and coat, Zoya headed to an abandoned warehouse in the old city.
There, Haris sat on a crate, smoking a cigarette.
"Zoya! You here?" he said in surprise.
Zoya went straight to the point, "Tell me the truth, Haris… are you with Nazli?"
Haris chuckled. "Zoya, this is all your husband's game. He wants you to doubt your own blood."
"I have photographic proof," Zoya said firmly.
Haris's face suddenly hardened.
"Yes… I'm with Nazli. Because she can free you from this prison-like life."
Ilyas Arrives
The sound of footsteps echoed — Ilyas Khan had entered with his team.
"Conversation's over, Haris. You've attacked my home."
Haris drew his gun.
"One step closer, and Zoya's body will hit the floor!"
Ilyas's face was like stone.
"If you so much as raise a finger at her, I'll cut that hand off."
Zoya's Choice
The moment was critical. Zoya had a second to act.
She pulled the small gun hidden in her shoe and shot Haris in the leg.
He collapsed, pain twisting his face.
"You broke loyalty to your own blood, Zoya."
Her voice was heavy.
"Loyalty is worth more than blood… and my loyalty lies with Khan."
Ilyas pulled her behind him and ordered Fahad,
"Take him away… but don't kill him until we reach Nazli."
Nazli's New Alliance
That same night, in a secret abandoned warehouse, Nazli met another figure.
The person sat with a mask covering their face, but their voice carried authority.
"To bring Khan down, you only need my help."
Nazli smirked.
"And what do you want?"
"I want Khan's throne… and his wife."
Danger flashed in Nazli's eyes.
"Deal."
The Shocking Ending
Back at the Mafia House, Zoya sat alone in her room that night.
Her phone buzzed — a message from an unknown number:
"You think you've won the war? Someone closest to you… now belongs to me."
Zoya's heart pounded. At the end of the message was a picture…
and in it, Fahad stood beside Nazli.