It was the dead of night.
In the mafia house lobby, Ilyas sat alone, staring at the note on the table:
"Leave the throne… or lose your weakness. Rohan"
With every passing moment, his fingers pressed harder against the table's edge.
Aryan's voice echoed in his head:
"Hand over the mafia's control to me, and I'll give Zoya back to you alive."
Inside him, two battles raged —
the pride of a Khan who would never bow to anyone,
and the heart of a husband who would give anything not to lose Zoya.
Finally, he lit a cigarette, picked up the phone, and called Hamza's doctor.
"Bring Hamza here by morning… whether he's on his feet or on a stretcher."
Zoya had regained consciousness.
Chained to the cold warehouse floor, her back ached and her wrists were bruised.
Nazli dragged a chair close and sat down.
"Do you know who Ilyas's biggest enemy is?"
Zoya shook her head, "You…"
Nazli smirked. "Wrong… Rohan. And his biggest betrayer? Aryan."
Zoya's eyes widened. "Aryan?"
Nazli leaned closer, whispering,
"He'll use your name to blackmail Ilyas… and then end both of you."
Zoya stayed silent, but a new fear began to take shape in her mind.
Meanwhile, in the upper level of the warehouse, Rohan and Aryan were playing chess.
Rohan said, "Ilyas won't give up the throne, but for Zoya… he'll do anything."
Aryan made his move. "That's why we'll show him the one face he can't endure."
Rohan's brows lifted. "Which face?"
Aryan's lips curled. "Zoya's… taking her last breath.
The next morning, Hamza was brought into the mafia house on a stretcher.
His body was weak, but his eyes burned with fury.
"Khan… where is Zoya?"
"With Rohan… and Aryan's in the game too," Ilyas replied.
Hamza's voice was sharp. "Then this war isn't against two men… it's against three."
Ilyas gripped his shoulder. "You rest for now… I'll handle the rest.
By noon, Rohan called.
"Khan… midnight, old dockyard. Come alone. Bring the throne's papers… or your wife will be dead before sunrise."
Ilyas hung up and muttered, "He thinks I'll come alone… but I'll bring my army."
Before nightfall, Zoya studied her chains closely.
After Nazli left, a key had dropped to the floor — perhaps intentionally.
She quietly pulled it toward her, but just then, Rohan walked in.
"Trying to escape?"
Zoya quickly tossed the key aside. "I was just trying to sit more comfortably."
Rohan laughed. "That's the smart choice… because by morning, you'll either be free… or buried."
Close to midnight, Aryan came to Zoya alone.
"I can get you out of here… if you leave Ilyas and come with me."
Zoya locked eyes with him. "Ilyas is everything to me… no matter what you offer, I will never go with you."
Aryan's face hardened. "Then you won't live to see the morning."
At the old dockyard, the air was thick with salt and rust.
Ilyas stepped out of his car, briefcase in hand, his men hidden all around.
Rohan emerged from the shadows. "Give me the briefcase… and take your wife."
"Zoya first," Ilyas demanded.
Nazli dragged Zoya forward, still in chains.
Their eyes met — and Ilyas knew instantly this was a trap.
Ilyas pretended to hand the briefcase to Rohan, but just as Rohan reached for it, Hamza fired from above.
Gunfire erupted — explosions, screams, and smoke filled the air.
Ilyas charged toward Zoya, but Aryan suddenly aimed a gun at him.
"You think this was all Rohan's game?… No, Khan. This was my game."
Ilyas stepped back, and in that moment, Nazli pressed a remote.
Explosives buried beneath the warehouse detonated — the ground shook violently.
Through the smoke, only three silhouettes remained —
Rohan fleeing in one direction, Aryan dragging Zoya away,
and Ilyas standing amidst the rubble, vowing:
"Aryan… this time, you chose the wrong enemy."
Echoes of Betrayal,
After the explosion, smoke and dust filled the air.
Gunfire still echoed in Ilyas's ears.
He rose from the ground, blood running from the wound on his arm, but his face showed only one thing — revenge.
He found Hamza through the haze, coughing but alive.
"Khan… they took Zoya!"
Brushing off the dirt, Ilyas said, "This time they won't lay a hand on Zoya… I swear on Khan's name."
Meanwhile, Aryan had dragged Zoya into a narrow, deserted factory.
Chaining her up, he said, "No one can find you here."
Zoya stayed silent, only watching his every move.
She noticed that Aryan kept checking a small black box from his pocket —
perhaps the detonator for explosives or some other trigger.
Rohan, who had narrowly escaped the blast, was shouting at Nazli:
"Why did you set off the explosion without the plan? Aryan is insane, and you're helping him!"
Nazli laughed, "You're both insane… but the difference is, I want to win."
Clenching his fist, Rohan said, "You're forgetting… Zoya was mine, and now she's with Aryan."
Ilyas gathered his men.
"Where could Aryan go?" Hamza asked.
Marking a spot on the map, Ilyas said, "The old steel factory… the same place where he first started this game with me."
Hamza smirked, "Then we'll bury him
That night, while Aryan slept, Zoya twisted a thin piece of metal inside the lock of her chain —
metal she had picked up on the way while being dragged there.
The lock clicked open.
She quietly freed her hands and slipped the black box out of Aryan's pocket.
But just as she stepped outside, gunfire erupted from beyond the factory walls.
Ilyas and Hamza's team had surrounded the factory.
Rohan arrived in his car — but he wasn't alone; a dozen armed men were with him.
From above, Aryan's voice boomed, "Come on, Khan! Let's see who's braver!"
A storm of bullets began.
Explosions, screams, and muzzle flashes tore through the darkness.
Aryan dragged Zoya to the balcony edge.
"Khan! One more step and your wife's fate will be on the ground below!"
Ilyas raised his hands. "Aryan… you've already lost this game."
At that moment, Zoya held the black box high.
"Or maybe… your own explosions will finish you!"
Shock flashed in Aryan's eyes.
Just then, Nazli walked in, aiming her gun at Aryan.
"Give me the black box, Zoya!"
Ilyas stared in disbelief, "Nazli? What are you doing here?"
Nazli smiled, "Khan… sometimes, the enemy of your enemy is still your enemy."
She shot Aryan — but as Aryan fell, he laughed, "You've all been betrayed."
Nazli pressed the button on the black box — but the blast didn't hit the factory.
It went off at the old mafia house instead.
Shock spread across Ilyas's face.
"That… that's where our men were…"
Nazli said, "Now you have no home, no throne… and soon, no wife."
Zoya lunged at Nazli, the two of them struggling toward the corner of the factory.
Gunfire roared, smoke thickened, but suddenly another figure emerged from the haze —
Hamza… with his gun pointed at Ilyas.
Ilyas stared, stunned. "Hamza…?"
Hamza's voice was cold.
"Khan… you killed my brother… today, the score will be settled."
A gunshot rang out....
The Gunshot
The gunshot echoed in the darkness.
For a brief moment, everyone froze in shock.
Ilyas opened his eyes… the bullet hadn't hit him.
Blood was gushing from Nazli's arm — Hamza had changed his aim at the very last second.
"What are you doing, Hamza?" Nazli screamed in fury.
Hamza replied coldly,
"My revenge on Khan will come… but I'm not letting Zoya fall into your hands at any cost."
Ilyas seized the moment and pulled Zoya toward him.
Aryan was lying half-dead on the ground, groaning, but his eyes still burned with hatred.
Nazli stepped back and pulled a small device from her pocket.
"You people forget… this factory is sitting on a bomb too."
Ilyas shoved Zoya and Hamza away, shouting, "Get out!"
A sharp explosion shook the entire building.
Shards of glass scattered through the air, and steel beams began to crash down.
Hamza quickly opened a hidden door.
"Khan… this tunnel leads straight out of the city."
The three of them ran into the darkness.
Behind them, the rumble of explosions and the sound of the collapsing factory echoed.
On the way, Zoya asked Hamza, "Why did you save us?"
Hamza said quietly,
"You really want the truth? Your husband killed my brother… but my brother was just a pawn of Nazli. She wanted you dead, so I changed my aim."
The tunnel ended at a deserted warehouse on the edge of the city.
It was raining outside.
Ilyas said, "We need to set up a new base. Nazli has already reached our home."
Zoya replied, "And she doesn't just want to destroy us… she wants the entire mafia under her control."
Hamza spread out a map, "These are her three main hideouts. If we destroy all three in one night, she'll be forced to her knees in two days."
That night, the trio targeted the first hideout — an old shipping yard where Nazli's weapons were stored.
Ilyas called on his old allies, including some who were ready to die for Khan.
Gunfire erupted in the rain.
Shots rang out from behind shipping containers, snipers on cargo cranes, and explosions shook the entire port.
For the first time, Zoya went into the field alone and silently took out a sniper.
Seeing her, Ilyas smiled and said, "Now you really look like Khan's wife.
Meanwhile, in her main base, Nazli was wrapping a blood-soaked bandage around her arm.
"Khan thinks he's winning… but the real game is just beginning."
She dialed a number, "Bring him in… it's time."
The door opened, and a tall man with scars across his face walked in.
"I've come to reclaim Khan's throne, Nazli."
Nazli said, "No one knows Ilyas better than you… because you're his elder brother."
Ilyas's team targeted the second hideout — a warehouse hidden in the outskirts of the city.
But there, they walked straight into a trap.
The moment they stepped inside, machine-gun fire poured from all directions.
"They knew we were coming!" Hamza shouted.
Ilyas shoved Zoya to the ground and threw a grenade in return.
The blast cleared a path, but some of their men were injured.
The third hideout was the most dangerous — Nazli's old headquarters.
"This will be the final blow," Ilyas said.
But when they entered, Nazli wasn't there… instead, Ilyas's brother stood waiting.
"Khan… it's been a long time."
Ilyas's hands trembled. "You… you were dead!"
He smirked, "No, I was with Nazli… and today I'm here to end everything you have."
In the heavy exchange of gunfire, Zoya got separated.
Hamza and Ilyas were both facing off against the brother.
But then Zoya heard a faint whisper in her ear
"Zoya… your real enemy isn't Khan, it's Hamza… he's going to get you both killed."
Zoya turned to see… it was Rohan, emerging from the shadows, his hand also gripping a gun.
A shot rang out but this time, no one knew who it hit.