A city shrouded in mist. Sirens wail faintly in the distance.

Detective Amina Al-zahra is relentless in her pursuit of justice, driven by a personal code that leaves no room for compromise.

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At her side is the charismatic and enigmatic Zayd Ibn khalid Al-Rashid, her partner in the force.

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...Together, they take on missions that push them to their limits, uncovering a sinister web of crime and deceit....

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...Amina (resolute):...

..."Justice isn't just a duty.It's a promise. One I've sworn to keep"...

...Their partnership begins with cautious respect as they tackle high-stakes operations :...

...A raid on a dark warehouse that ends in an explosion....

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...A gripping chase through narrow Street, their target just out of reach....

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...An intense interrogation where a suspect sneers....

..."You think you are chasing me? You're chasing a ghost."...

...Amid the chaos, hints of something deeper emerge....

...A shared coffee late at night,...

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...A glance held a moment too long, ...

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...The comfort of knowing someone has your back....

...Amina (teasing):...

..."you're not as clever as you think you are."...

...Zayd(with a smirk):...

..."And you are not as shakable as you pretend"...

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...But the lines between duty and personal life blurs when unforeseen circumstances force them into an arranged marriage....

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...As they navigate the complexities of their new relationship, their partnership takes on a more personal edge,complicating an already dangerous game....

...Captain Haroon:...

..."Al-zahra, trust no one. Not even your partner."...

...Doubts begin to creep into Amina's mind as she notices Zayd's unexplained absences, cryptic comments, and uncanny knowledge of their enemies movements...

...Amina (accusing):...

..."Zayd, what are you hiding from me ?"...

...Zayd (calmly,with a shadow of regret)...

..."Truth is rarely pure,and it's never simple."...

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...As the case intensifies, so does their growing connection, but the cracks in zayd's carefully constructed facade grow harder to ignore. Amina finds herself torn between the man she's beginning to trust with her heart and the justice she's sworn to uphold....

...Amina (voice breaking)...

..."Tell me it's not true"...

...Zayd (almost pleading)...

..."if I tell you, you'll hate me forever."...

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...Escape....

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...Defend....

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...Emotions....

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...Truth....

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...Amina:...

..."In this game of shadows, even the strongest bonds can shatter. And sometimes, the person standing beside you is the one you should fear the most."...

...Heart of the Deceiver ...

...Will Amina discover the truth before it's too late, or will Zayd's dark secret tear them apart forever?...

...The clock is ticking, and the game has only just begun....

...Author: Aduh lu qah ...

Their love was forged in shadows, tested by betrayal, and sealed in silence. Two spies, enemies to allies—then reluctant lovers—torn by duty yet drawn by fate. “Woh ishq hi kya jo asaan ho, har mod pe imtihaan tha…” A tale where even deception bowed before love. Read their untold story. Through stolen glances, whispered truths, and a marriage neither chose—yet both needed—they found what even war couldn’t break: each other.

Amina’s POV

The precinct buzzed with energy. Phones rang incessantly, papers rustled, and hurried footsteps echoed off the tiled floors. It was my first day in this new department, and already I felt the weight of expectation. As one of the youngest detectives here—and a woman—I knew eyes would be on me. But I wasn’t here to prove myself to them; I was here to solve cases.

I adjusted my scarf, smoothing the fabric around my neck, and stepped into the briefing room. The scent of old leather and stale coffee hit me immediately. A semi-circle of detectives lounged around the table, their expressions ranging from bored to mildly curious as I entered.

That’s when I noticed him.

Zayd Ibn Khalid Al-Rashid.

He was leaning casually against a desk, arms crossed, his sharp features illuminated by the faint light from a flickering desk lamp. His thick, dark hair fell in loose waves, and there was an air of confidence about him—too much, if you asked me.

"Detective Al-Zahra, I presume?" His voice was smooth, almost lazy, as though he already knew the answer.

I met his gaze evenly. "And you are?"

His lips curved into a faint smirk. "Your new partner. Zayd Ibn Khalid Al-Rashid, at your service." He gave a slight bow, which somehow felt more mocking than polite.

I frowned. A partner wasn’t what I had in mind when I signed up for this case. I’d been hoping to work independently, to prove my worth without relying on anyone else.

"I hope you’re serious about this assignment," I said, keeping my tone clipped. "Because I don’t have time to babysit."

"Babysit?" He raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. "Don’t worry, Detective Al-Zahra. I’m more than capable of keeping up with you. In fact,"—he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping—"I might even surprise you."

I didn’t dignify that with a response.

The head detective, a gruff man named Captain Harun, entered the room and cleared his throat. "Alright, listen up!" he barked, silencing the low murmur of conversation. "We’ve got a new assignment. Two, actually. The first is a string of mysterious disappearances reported in the outskirts of the city. The second..." He paused, his gaze sweeping the room. "...is connected to the first. A series of coded messages have been left at each scene."

A ripple of interest moved through the room.

"Detectives Al-Rashid and Al-Zahra, you’ll take point on this case. The rest of you, divide up as needed. And I don’t want excuses—I want results."

I stole a glance at Zayd. He was writing something on a notepad, his handwriting neat and deliberate. His expression remained calm, almost too calm, as if this was just another day at work for him.

When Captain Harun dismissed the group, Zayd folded his note and slipped it into his pocket before turning to me.

"So, partner," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "Shall we get started?"

Amina: "We should head to the most recent scene. I want to see everything firsthand."

Zayd: "Efficient. I like it. But maybe we should start with the coded messages. If we can crack those, we might save ourselves some legwork."

Amina: "And miss the chance to collect firsthand evidence? No, thank you. You can analyze the codes while I do the real work."

Zayd chuckled. "Fair enough. But you’ll find I’m good at multitasking."

I rolled my eyes and walked past him, my focus already on the mission.

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The First Crime Scene

The first site was an abandoned house on the edge of the city. The air was heavy with the scent of damp wood and mildew. Yellow police tape fluttered in the breeze, and the faint sound of distant traffic served as a reminder of the bustling city just beyond this eerie pocket of stillness.

"Charming place," Zayd said, stepping over a broken plank with practiced ease.

I ignored him, focusing instead on the details. The walls were covered in graffiti, but one symbol stood out—a series of intersecting lines forming a strange pattern.

"Do you see this?" I asked, gesturing to the wall.

Zayd stepped closer, his brows furrowing. "It’s not random," he murmured. "This could be part of the code."

"You think?" I shot back, sarcasm dripping from my tone.

He smiled faintly. "You’re sharp. I like that."

I chose not to respond, instead snapping a few photos of the symbol.

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As we continued to examine the scene, I caught Zayd glancing at a small piece of paper tucked into his pocket. For a brief moment, his expression shifted—his usual calm demeanor replaced by something darker, almost calculating.

Before I could say anything, he turned to me, his charming smirk back in place. "Ready to move on, partner?"

I nodded, but a small voice in the back of my mind whispered that I should keep an eye on him.

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Amina’s POV

The faint creak of the wooden floor echoed as I stepped further into the abandoned house. The dim light filtering through broken windows cast eerie shadows on the peeling wallpaper. Zayd followed close behind, his steps deliberate, his gaze scanning every corner of the room.

"Anything stand out to you?" I asked, not looking back.

"Besides the obvious stench of mildew and despair?" he quipped, earning a sharp glance from me.

"Focus, Al-Rashid."

He raised his hands in mock surrender, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Alright, alright. Let’s see what we have here."

We moved through the house methodically. Every creak of the floorboards made my nerves buzz, but I wouldn’t let it show. Zayd seemed perfectly at ease, humming under his breath as he examined a stack of old newspapers in the corner.

"What’s so interesting over there?" I asked.

He held up a brittle page, the edges crumbling slightly. "This. It’s dated last month. Doesn’t seem to fit in a house that’s been abandoned for years, does it?"

I frowned, stepping closer. He was right—the rest of the house looked like it hadn’t been touched in ages. Why would someone bring a newspaper here?

"Let me see." I reached for the page, but Zayd pulled it back just slightly, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"Say ‘please,’" he said, his tone light.

"Al-Rashid," I warned, my patience thinning.

"Fine, fine." He handed it over, his smirk intact.

I scanned the page quickly. Most of it seemed unremarkable, but a small section circled in red ink caught my attention. It was an article about a recent art theft—a famous Ottoman-era painting stolen from a private collection.

"This doesn’t match the case we’re working on," I said aloud.

"Maybe not directly," Zayd replied, his tone thoughtful for once. "But it could be a clue. Whoever left this here wanted someone to find it."

"Or they were careless," I countered.

Zayd shrugged. "Possibly. But I don’t believe in coincidences."

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We moved into the next room, where the strange symbol I’d noticed earlier reappeared on a cracked mirror.

"It’s the same symbol," I pointed out, taking a photo with my phone.

Zayd crouched down to inspect the mirror’s frame. "You’re right. And it’s been carved into the wood—not drawn. Someone took their time with this."

I studied the symbol again. It felt familiar, but I couldn’t place it.

"Do you think it’s connected to the messages?" I asked.

Zayd nodded slowly. "It’s possible. If we decode the messages, we might figure out what this symbol represents."

I glanced at him, noting how focused he seemed. This was the first time I’d seen him drop his playful facade entirely. For a moment, I considered thanking him for taking the case seriously. But then he stood and dusted off his hands, his smirk returning as if it had never left.

"Don’t look so impressed, Amina," he said. "It’s bad for my ego."

I rolled my eyes and turned away.

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As we left the house, I noticed Zayd linger near the doorway. He pulled out a small notebook and quickly jotted something down, glancing over his shoulder to make sure I wasn’t watching.

"What are you writing?" I asked, startling him.

He snapped the notebook shut, his expression unreadable. "Just some notes for the report. Don’t worry about it."

I wanted to press further, but before I could, my phone buzzed with a message from Captain Harun:

"Another symbol found. This time at a different location. Meet me there."

Zayd read over my shoulder. "Looks like our night’s just getting started," he said with a grin.

As we walked back to the car, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Zayd knew more than he was letting on. But for now, I’d have to focus on the next clue.

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