𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

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3 WEEKS LATER 

Aryan looking annoyed said "Little wife you are taking so much time"

"I'm coming," she said, setting her pleads on her saree. while He keeps staring at her.

"How am I looking," she asks fixing her saree.

He replied, "Wifey, you look delicious and fucking beautiful," moving closer.

He suggested, "I think we should cancel our plan and spend our night here. What do you say, little wife?" he whispered in her ear.

She said, cutting off, "No way, what are you kidding?"

He responded in a sultry tone, "No, I'm not kidding; I'm serious."

"We are getting late, Mr. Roy," she said, growing tired of his daily constant flirting.

He adjusted his tie and said, "If you say so, let's go, but we can change our plans," while grinning and winking towards her.

She began to move. "Wait," he called out.

"What now?" she asked

"This is for you," he said, extending a small yet luxurious box that appeared to contain jewelry.

"But why?" she hesitated.

"I don't need a reason to give gifts to my little wife," he replied, she was blushing hard.

"Wait a minute, let me assist you in wearing them," he said as he helped her put on the jewelry, delicately arranging some loose hair strands behind her ear.

"Hmmm, let me take a look. How does it look?" he asked, stealing a glance while Arya blushed.

"It looks perfect," he complimented her. He extended his hand and said, "Let's go."

|AT PARTY|

They both greeted the guests, and Arya became engrossed in conversation with some women who complimented her.

Meanwhile, Aryan excused himself when Utkarsh approached him, whispering something in his ear. Aryan nodded and then left with him.

IN THE BACKYARD

"What is it? Why have you people called me here and tied my hands?" the person spoke in frustration.

"I need to go back, what kind of joke is this?" he said, growing increasingly frustrated.

"Joke? Mr. Cyrus Damani," Aryan stepped forward in front of the tied old man.

"Who are you? Why am I tied here? You look like a gentleman. Please help me, son," he pleaded with Aryan, to which Aryan smirked and took a seat in front of him at a round table.

"Mr. Cyrus, you will tell us everything, or I'll show you the kind of joke I can make," Aryan threatened, taking out a gun from his pocket.

"What do you want to know?" the old man asked.

"Tell me about how you know Raghuveer Singh and why you made documents in his name?"

"What name did you say? I don't know anything about this person; I'm hearing this name for the first time."

"Really?" Aryan said, then turned his face in Utkarsh's direction and said, "Give us privacy; I need to have a private conversation." and Utkarsh left, nodding, with his men ensuring no one would approach.

"Now, you tell me everything, Mr. Cyrus," Aryan demanded.

"I don't know anything. I don't remember any client with this name," the old man replied.

Now, in anger, Aryan said, "Mr. Cyrus, tell me how Raghuveer Singh had this big company in his name when he used to live in a small place." slamming papers on the table.

The old man looked horrified and asked, "How do you know about these?"

Aryan replied, "He's my father. We used to live in a small 1BHK apartment. So, how did he come to own this big illegal company in his name when he's dead? Now, you better tell me everything, Mr. Cyrus."

"I don't know anything. He was your dad. I got a call from a powerful man; he ordered me, in the middle of the night, to urgently register papers in the name you mentioned. I didn't know if it was an illegal company, but I did as he said," the old man spoke.

"Why did you do that?" Aryan asked.

"He promised me he'd make me the most popular civil lawyer. And he did; the very next day, I became famous overnight, appearing on television and in the news, with people lining up. He also asked me to register documents in the names of two more people, and I did it. He never mentioned who he was," the old man told the truth.

"Because of you, some people got killed," Aryan said in anger.

"I know, but I didn't have a choice back then. Who could deny such a tempting offer?" The crying old man said

"Now, think about how your family. how will they feel when they find out that the husband, father, or grandfather they were proud of is nothing but an illegal, greedy, corrupt civil lawyer? Will they hate you?" Aryan said.

"No, please don't do that; they will be hurt," the old man pleaded.

"We don't have any choice; there's only one way left." Aryan took out another gun from his pocket, with cloth wrapped around it. he placed it in front of the old man. "You need to die, either by suicide or be in the headlines tomorrow, then behind bars. Think about your family and make a wise decision," Aryan said. showing him the tap recorder in which he records all the conversations.

"If I die, will you spare my family?" the old man asked.

"Of course, they are innocent," Aryan assured him.

Then, with a shaky hand, the old man took the gun and shot himself in the neck.

Aryan stood up, and Utkarsh came running when he heard the gunshot. Aryan said, fixing his suit, "Let's go, Utkarsh; our work here is done."

Utkarsh nodded, and they both returned inside.