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Not perfect enough for Love

“Fated" is meeting the same soul in every lifetime, loving them even through deception. It’s the weight of tears spilled on the same shoulder, century after century. It’s collision after separation—an inevitable return, as if the universe itself bends to bring us together. Fated is you. Fated is us. Fated is love’s fire, friendship’s anchor, family’s unbreakable thread—even the cruelest twists of fate that still led me to you. We are fated, Adam. --- Aziza—a bloodstained paradise, torn between spies and mafias in a war without end. The only hope for peace? A vow sworn in childhood, binding two heirs: Salama, the mafia princess, and Adam, the spy king. Their marriage was meant to end the conflict, but love was never part of the bargain. Hate ignited their first touch. Despair shadowed every glance. Yet through years of bullets and betrayal, longing festered beneath the fury. Now, they stand at the edge of destiny—will their love save Aziza, or drown it in flames? --- Adam’s voice, raw with devotion: “Salama, I’ve heard napalm is a gut-wrenching poison—a chemical that devours flesh. But I’d swallow it gladly before I’d lose you. You’re the only antidote to the venom my father pumped into my veins."* Salama’s reply, a blade of ice and agony: "I can’t love a man baptized in darkness. If I could carve you from my heart, I would. But even my hatred for you… feels like obsession."

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There is no tomorrow for a soilder

Chapter 11 

Sometimes, I think about a free world. Where no poverty prevails, where children are protected, women and elderly folk are, and where we would not have to attend so many funerals. 

This funeral, however, was the worst. 

I've been to many. The people being buried, however, were not my family members; they were friends, neighbours, and far relatives. Don't get me wrong, it pained me but not like this. 

"Where's Adam?" 

"He`s stuck in some traffic," Daniyaal said, opening an umbrella, "He`ll be here soon." 

I nodded. It was 18 degrees outside, and it was pouring. Rain is a good sign; it means that our Lord's mercy has been bestowed upon her. I felt so weak, so helpless, even if I so badly wanted to avenge her. I did not have the means to.

I wish I was stronger, less of a coward.