The old man had just spoken when a sweet, melodic voice reached his ears, "I'm back, Grandpa! You don't need to strain yourself in your old age. I'll personally handle these matters for you."
His stern expression softened immediately, his eyes brimming with love and tenderness as he turned toward the source of the voice-Maya.
Dressed in black denim jeans, a form-fitting high-neck t-shirt, sleek boots, and a tailored overcoat, Maya was the embodiment of elegance and authority. The limited-edition chain watch adorning her left wrist added a final touch of opulence, completing the image of a beautiful yet formidable mafia queen.
She was a vision-elegant and exquisitely dangerous.
The old man attempted to rise, but Maya gestured for him to stay seated, a warm smile playing on her lips. "There's no need to stand, Grandpa. Please, stay seated. Your old bones shouldn't be strained."
Reluctantly, Virendra Arya, her grandfather, sat back down on the couch, his face softened by a slight smile.
Maya was the eldest daughter of the illustrious Arya family.
Though originally rooted in India, the Aryas had relocated to Britain centuries ago, and over time, they had become one of the most powerful and wealthiest families not just in Britain, but throughout Europe. Their influence and prestige extended globally, a legacy reflected in their consistent presence at the top of Forbes' Richest Families in the World list for the past seven years.
As Maya approached her grandfather, he motioned for her to sit beside him.
With a calm smile, Maya removed her overcoat and sat down next to him. Seeing his beloved granddaughter after six long months filled Virendra Arya's heart with joy, a sentiment visible in his aged eyes.
Among all his grandchildren, Maya, the eldest, was his favorite. She had a special place in his heart, and the bond between them was unbreakable.
Maya, like an innocent child, lay down on the couch, resting her head in her grandfather's lap. She cherished him above all others in the family.
Virendra gently kissed her forehead, tenderly stroking her hair. "My Maya," he murmured, "is the sweetest, most innocent child in the world. She wouldn't hurt a fly. How could anyone believe that my Maya would harm someone?"
Maya smiled softly, her eyes closed, as she listened to her grandfather's affectionate words.
With a subtle wave of her fingers, Maya signaled the guards to leave, and they discreetly exited.
To Virendra Arya, his eldest granddaughter was the epitome of grace-cultured, gentle, and innocent. She had already made a significant name for herself in the corporate world at such a young age, earning her the title of the rising queen of business, and his pride.
With a gentle smile, Maya asked, "Have your weekly check-ups gone well, Grandpa? Did Sumit ensure you took your medicines on time while I was away? Did he take good care of you?"
Her questions brought back the memory of Maya's prolonged absence.
In his excitement to see her, Virendra had forgotten to ask about her whereabouts.
Ignoring her questions, he asked with a hint of sternness, "Maya, tell me honestly-where have you been all these days? Where did you go?"
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