𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓: 𝐀 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐐𝐮𝐫'𝐚𝐧

chapter 48

It was midnight when they reached Mumbai, and now they were inside his apartment. Where Ayat was sitting, admiring the apartment and it amazed her by the cleanliness; everything was neatly organized, and not a single item was misplaced

While he stood with his sleeves rolled up, his veiny arms visible. Holding his mobile phone in one hand, pressed on his ear, he was talking to someone-likely ordering food for both of them. After hanging up, he turned to find Ayat staring at him, which made him chuckle a little.

"The food is on the way, just wait a while, hmm!" he said as he moved to sit on the couch. Her thoughts were interrupted, and she felt a surge of embarrassment. "I'm not hungry; you should just order for y-" she began, but his glare silenced her and she closed her mouth.

"Go take a good shower, and then we'll have dinner and your medicines!" he snap and remarked 'medicines' with a tight smile. She nodded, getting up as her thoughts flooded back. She remembered how he had taken care of her during their four-hour journey. He had booked first-class tickets and didn't let any staff enter their cabin, respecting her privacy. She loved his possessive behavior, but she wondered why he was like this. Was it because of their relationship ? Because of their religion? Or perhaps...

"Because I love you," his voice cut through her thoughts. She found herself standing in the same spot, staring at him as he relaxed against the couch, eyes closed, her heart raced at his words and she stared at him

How can he read my mind?

She narrowed her eyes at him in confusion "I also want to take a shower, Ayat!" he said without opening his eyes. Annoyed, she stomped away, frustrated by how he seemed to know her thoughts every time? She entered the room, and he chuckled at her reaction.

After dinner, they returned to their bedroom. Ayaan went to his work table while Ayat began to set the bed. The room was attractive, painted in a combination of pure white and gray, with a wooden bookshelf adding to its charm. The ceiling had intricate designs painted in dark gray, and a ceiling fan hung in a flourish of white and gold.

"Hmm, take this!" Ayaan's voice broke her admiration. She turned to see him holding out her medicines. She looked at him pleadingly, feeling irritated with the meds that spoiled the taste in her mouth.

"I'm fine! Why do I need to take these?!" she protested, but he said nothing. Instead, he took her hand, made her sit on the bed, and poured water from the bedside table. He approached her, saying, "It'll take you 30 seconds to swallow, so do it quickly!" His tone was demanding, and she wondered why he was like this. "Because I care for you... now hurry up!"

Frustrated, she shot him a glare but eventually relented. Taking the medicine from his hand, she gulped it down one by one. "Now sleep!" he instructed. She laid down, and he tucked the blanket around her before getting into bed himself. Ayat switched off the lamp on her side.

At 3 a.m., Ayaan's eyes flew open. He quickly got up, slipped on his slippers, and went to the bathroom. After performing wudu, he prayed his tahajjud. Once done, he placed his prayer mat on the cupboard, returned to his work table, opened his laptop, and inserted a pendrive.

There was the information about aurora holdings ,the wealthy business holder throughout Mumbai, and having their best business corruptions, who had been providing best profitable offers to wealthy businesses by giving offers of saving their black money ,it is connected with many businesses , politicians to save their money into their personal accounts using fake invoices and shell companies to cover the tracks! It helps businesses to grow due to saving money and get saved by taxes!

Ayaan's jaw clenched ,he hate injustice and moreover in his own Mumbai were this holdings are spreading corruption!

It was 5 a.m. when her eyes opened. She turned to her side but didn't find him there. Confused, she got up and stepped out of the bedroom, only to see him entering inside.