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“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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She already has secrets.

Chapter 16 

Life is ever so cynical. How dare destiny. How dare I be brave enough to question destiny, yet too weak to go against it? I am a weakling, I have always been one. A coward, why won't I run? I want to run. Why am I here, when I wish to be there? Why was I born into pain, why did I lead the life of the ignorant? Knowing was painful, knowing was pain...we had enough pain. She helped alleviate that pain, we hated not our enemies, but loved them. We wanted to guide them to our ways, teach them about God, and show them the light. We smiled, laughed and persevered. We wanted them too. This however was our only power. We had nothing else. Or at least I didn't. They've become so powerful that I didn't know if winning this war would be possible. But my wife had now birthed a boy, whom I belive will carry our legacy and give way to peace. In my world he does this, in the world of God it may be me, or my sons his children. 

I am weak.