𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

35

Arsalan POV:

I glance at the clock; it's 4 in the morning, and Airah is sleeping peacefully beside me. But I haven’t slept a bit. I have more important work to do. I check my phone again, waiting for any message from Ziya. Earlier, I called him when I was sure Airah was asleep. That guy picked up quickly; I swear he's a night owl. I told him to find the names Airah had mentioned, even though their surnames were missing. Just the first names are more than enough for Ziya to gather their whole bio data.

I quietly close the bedroom door behind me as I make my way to the kitchen. I take a drink from a water bottle when my phone rings. "Thought it would take you more time," I say, picking up the call.

Ziya barks out an evil laugh from the other end. "You're really underestimating me here, Arsalan. This one took the most time in the history of my career. 10 minutes. That's the highest record."

I roll my eyes and sigh. "Now quit bickering about yourself and send me everything." I proceed to hang up the call, but his voice stops me, and I put the phone back to my ear.

"Hmm?" I ask.

"What will you give me in return?" he asks.

"What do you want?"

"Just come back quickly," he says, almost bored.

"Why? You miss me?" I mock.

He makes a vomitting sound, "Just come back quickly since my wedding depends on it," he says and hangs up. This little shit.

I open WhatsApp to find all the information sent by Ziya.

Christian Henry Robinson. That must be the guy who poured the glue on Airah, considering he has a smirk in his photo, just as I imagined. He's an American who moved to India because his father fell in love with an Indian woman after his mother died. I clench my jaw as I scroll through the information: his height, his weight, his favorite color, and every fucking detail. He's currently the CEO of Robinson Enterprises, which he built on his own in India and is staying there. Robinson—I’ve heard of it somewhere. Yeah, that day in the office with my father. He told me that was the company he was thinking of investing in. Christian has a few crimes on his record, but apparently, this is the information that wasn’t leaked on the internet. He's good at hiding it. Assault, murder, and fraud are the main crimes he has committed.

I dive deeper into Christian’s background. His mother passed away when he was ten. His father, a successful businessman, met and fell in love with an Indian woman during a business trip to Mumbai and later got bankrupt.Christian moved to India in his teens and quickly adapted, though he always had a rebellious streak. In college, he was known for his charm and intellect, but also for his ruthless demeanor. He built Robinson Enterprises from the ground up, using both legitimate and underhanded methods. The fact that he has managed to keep his criminal activities under wraps is a testament to his cunning. Assault, murder, and fraud—these aren’t small accusations. He’s dangerous, and he’s confident because he knows how to hide his tracks. I’ll have to be careful dealing with him, but I’ll also need to be relentless. People like him don’t change unless they’re forced to.

Alena Rida. Half Indian and a drug addict, currently suffering from stage 4 lung cancer. Her story is tragic. Born to a wealthy businessman and a socialite, she had everything she could want materially but lacked emotional support. She turned to drugs in her teens and never fully recovered. Her current condition might make her seem less of a threat, but desperation can drive people to extreme measures. I need to consider how her situation affects her actions and decisions. Alena has been in and out of rehab, but her cancer diagnosis has made her more reclusive. She’s living off her family’s wealth, mostly isolated, dealing with her illness. However, her connections in the underworld from her drug days could still pose a threat.

Zoya Reed. Used to be a Muslim but left the faith when she started drinking. She had a trail of crimes, mainly fraud, but she died last year. It’s a shame, really. She had a trail of frauds attached to her name. Perhaps her death might have left some unresolved issues or loose ends that could be useful. Zoya was a con artist, skilled in manipulating people and situations to her advantage. Her death was sudden, an overdose that some believe was accidental, while others whisper it might have been intentional. She had no close family, and her assets are currently tied up in legal battles. Digging into her past could reveal associates or unfinished schemes that could be leveraged.

Saif Hakim.An artist currently living in India. Saif's life is a stark contrast to the others. Born into a middle-class family, he pursued art despite his parents’ wishes for a more stable career. He’s known in the local art scene for his provocative pieces and has a small but dedicated following. Artists often lead unconventional lives, and his background might hide more than it reveals at first glance. He’s currently living in India, which makes him easier to track down and potentially confront. Saif’s works often reflect his turbulent emotions and past traumas. His financial situation is precarious, living from one gallery showing to the next. His connection to the others is unclear, but his psychological profile suggests a man driven by passion and potentially capable of desperate acts.

With this information in hand, I feel a mixture of rage and determination. These people have wronged Airah, and I won’t let them get away with it. I’ll need to strategize carefully, using every piece of information Ziya gathered. The clock ticks on, and while Airah sleeps peacefully, unaware of the storm brewing, I plan my next steps. Justice, retribution, whatever it takes—these people will answer for their actions.

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