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BILLAL SAYED, ruled the underworld with silence and steel,
A man feared more than felt.
Blood on his hands, sin in his past,
He never cared who knelt.
She walked in robes, with fire in her eyes,
Safa Shaikh-the law's own sword.
A voice so sharp, it made men shake,
Even judges hung on every word.
He saw her once, in court, mid-war-
Truth blazing in her stance.
He laughed at fate, but not her gaze,
That stripped him with one glance.
He followed not to break, but learn,
To shed his darker skin.
Not for mercy, not for fame,
But to be worthy of her win.
No bullets now, just better choices,
No lies-just honesty's burn.
For love, he turned from king to man,
And gave up his world in return.
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This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places, and events are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental.
The story draws emotional and thematic inspiration from:
Stories of transformation, redemption, and forbidden love
Legal drama and underworld dynamics portrayed in modern literature and cinema
Real-world figures who influence justice and power with integrity
Written, imagined, and nurtured with heart, experience, and a touch of rebellion.
Pictures are collected from ChatGPT