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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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#SLICEOFLIFE
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The key for treaty.

"How about I give you two some space?" I asked, trying to get Adams's arm off me.

"No," they both said...

What have I gotten myself into? 

"Stay," his brother said, "I haven't seen my brother in a while and just wanted to talk."

"No need for me then," I replied, trying to pull myself away, but each time, Adam tightened his grip. 

It was all fun and games until Adam and I were standing at gunpoint. 

Chapter 4 

"Listen up, I don't know why I'm here, but if I knew I was going to be forced to my death, I wouldn't have come here." 

"Be quiet," Adam said, pushing me to the bed.  

A gentle shove. To remind me that I needed to stay in my lane. Or just an excellent way for him to say, 'Hey, shut up before we die.' 

 

"Did Father send you?" 

"Father's been missing for years." 

"Mother?"

"You mean yours? "Probably dead; no one's heard from her in years."