Whispers In The Smoke.

Teaser

In shadows cast by family names,

Where love ignites yet kindles flames,

Évera stands, her heart in chains,

Chasing dreams through whispered pains.

A canvas waits, her spirit bright,

In threads of hope, she weaves her fight.

Yet rivalry breathes its chilling breath,

As love and duty dance with death.

Amir, a heart both fierce and scarred,

Carries burdens that weigh and marred.

In stolen moments, their worlds collide,

But trust is fragile, and fate's untried.

Past echoes linger, haunting and deep,

Secrets unravel where shadows creep.

Resilience blooms in the darkest night,

A flame of courage, a beacon of light.

Ambition calls, a bittersweet song,

For every dream, a sacrifice strong.

In love's embrace, they find their way,

But will it be enough to sway?

Between them lies a fragile line,

Of passion's fire and duty's bind.

In the depths of rivalry's fray,

Can love survive? Can dreams hold sway?

In a world divided by family legacies, Évera longs to forge her own path as a designer while battling the weight of her family's expectations. But when she falls for Amir, the heir to their bitter rivals, their love ignites a dangerous tension between desire and duty. As secrets from the past threaten to unravel their connection, trust becomes a fragile thread, and ambition demands sacrifices.

Can love conquer the shadows of betrayal, or will the ties that bind them to their families pull them apart forever?

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"I'm not a pawn between our family's rivalries." I gritted through my teeth, our faces only inches apart.

He ran a hand through his hair, "You call it a game? I did what I had to do to protect you." he spoke as frustration etched across his features.

"Protect me?" I scoffed, the bitter laugh escaping my lips. "You didn't protect me; you chose our family's rivalry over everything we had. You tried to kill my parents!"

For a fleeting moment, I saw a glimmer of regret in his eyes, but I wasn't here to dwell on what could have been. "You need to understand the risks," he said, taking a step closer, his voice dropping. "Everything that happened wasn't by my own choice."

"Understand?" I spat, my resolve hardening. "All I understand is that you made your choice." I took a step back, reinforcing my boundaries. "Now, leave me alone."

"I can't just walk away from you, Évera," he said, his voice low and unyielding, with an edge of desperation that cut through the air. "يا إلهي، أنا أحبك، ملاكي." The man who commands respect in a ruthless world, unafraid to pull the trigger when necessary. The man who shows no mercy and cares for nothing, but power was here, laying bare the depths of his love for me.

(God, I love you, my angel.)

Lies.

His gaze felt like a weight, pressing down on my shoulders, but I steeled myself. "كنت تحبني؟" I chuckled bitterly, "لقد انتهيت من أكاذيبك, Mr Ivanov. You never loved me because if you did, كنت ستضع جانباً منافسات عائلاتنا جانباً." I shot back, each word laced with the pain of past betrayals.

(You love me?)

(I am done with your lies,)

(You would have put a cast aside our families' rivalries.)

"Évera, please," he urged, his voice breaking, but I cut him off, my heart racing with a mix of anger and longing.

"Mr. Ivanov, you're only here for the business partnership. The only times we'll talk are about work." My voice was unwavering, but inside, the conflict raged. How could I let him in again when he had burned me before?

I turned my back, focusing on the rhythmic hum of the sewing machine, each stitch grounding me in my resolve. But I could feel his presence lingering—a storm of unresolved emotions swirling in the air, his frustration palpable. I had fought so hard to build a life without him, but every second in his presence sent my heart into turmoil.

"I won't let you drag me back into your chaos," I whispered to myself, but a part of me ached to give in to the familiar pull between us.

"You may hate me now, Mia, but whatever it takes, I will make you mine again." And that was the last thing I heard before hearing the glass door closing.