Muskan_umata

"Fated" encapsulates the meeting and falling in love with the same person, even if they aren't who they claim to be. It's about crying on the same shoulder year after year, lifetime after lifetime. It's about meeting after parting many times. Fated is you, fated is us, fated is love, friendship, family, and even the twisted events that brought me to you... We are fated, Adam.

Aziza is the battleground for war between spies and mafias. The future heirs, however, were promised to each other during their childhood to end the conflict. Salama, the mafia heir, marries her boss, Adam, the spy heir, and their love story begins with hate and despair. After years of longing and fighting, they must decide whether to keep their island in peace or in war.

"Salama, I've heard that napalm is a gut-wrenching chemical that devours flesh... But I'd rather drink napalm than lose you. You're the antidote to all the toxins my father used to inflict upon me..."

"I cannot love a man steeped in darkness. I wish I could numb my heart and erase your memory..."

Not perfect enough for Love

She smiled and took the mask. The men left with his men, and Salama slid her hand away. I couldn't tell why my heart was broken in that instance. I wanted to be held by her again, and I needed to be held by her again. It felt right.

"Aliyan kinda threatened me. He seemed irritated."

"Are you okay?" she said, holding me, "Any gunshots?"

"I'm well," I replied, stepping away.

"Salama, I need to tell you something."

"Later," Aliyan said with a troop of men behind him, "The city needs you."

We arrived in the inner city, waiting for the temporary mafia leader. He had threatened to kill the majority of the people in the town if we didn't comply. His mask was on, and it wasn't as creepy as the ones the spies wore. Then again, we were the bad guys at some point.

Another day, as his secratary