𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓: 𝐀 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐐𝐮𝐫'𝐚𝐧

chapter 50

Greed is an insatiable force, consuming those who fall under its spell. A person driven by greed can never be satisfied with what they have; they only crave more. Ashar is such a person, entirely overtaken by greed. His heart and mind are devoid of emotions or feelings, save for one: a person who once captured his heart and mind, breaking through his ego and greed. However, after she left, all traces of that connection vanished, leaving him with nothing but an empty soul, lost in greed and ego.

At this moment, he sits inside his private jet, en route to Mumbai, with the intention of laundering his black money through Aurora Holdings.

After two hours of travel, he steps into the bustling city of Mumbai. His personal assistant approaches him urgently. "Sir, I've arranged for someone who will help transfer your black money to Aurora Holdings," he whispers. Ashar nods in response.

"Good job," he replies, a triumphant smirk plastered on his face as he walks through the airport. Once outside, he settles into his Mercedes Benz, ready to continue his endeavors!

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After dinner, Ayat was washing dishes in the kitchen after convincing Ayaan that she could handle it and he should focus on his work. Meanwhile, the doorbell rang. Ayaan, who was sitting on the lounge with a laptop on his lap and a pillow beneath it, got up and walked towards the door.

"Who is there?" Ayat emerged from the kitchen, Asking, Ayaan turned his head towards her with a smile. "Just some things I forgot while coming in a hurry!" he replied, giving her a heartwarming smile as he took the items from the courier and closed the door.

"Thanks," Ayat mumbled softly, coming in his direction, Ayaan turned his gaze to her and asked, "And for what?" Then walked back to the sofa and sat down, checking something inside his bag.

"For... coming!" she said, looking down and fidgeting with her fingers. He raised his eyes and responded, "My pleasure, madam!" before immersing himself again in his checking.

As she stood beside the sofa, Ayaan found a flash drive in his bag. He took his laptop and started inserting it while Ayat's gaze was elsewhere. Then, she said something that stunned him, causing his heart to race. "Muhammad?" she asked, and he forgot to blink for a moment, captivated by the sweetness in her voice as she spoke his name.

"Why do they call you Muhammad?" she asked. After calming down from the rush of emotions, he contemplated how to respond, still looking in space "Tell me," she urged, sitting on the couch while he struggled to find words to answer her question.

"They just like it," he shrugged, without looking at her, She nodded, still pondering her thoughts. "But why?" she pressed, feeling unsatisfied with his previous response. He let out a sigh—he didn't want to keep secrets, but he worried that she might find his work a little dangerous. After all, he was involved in exposing many illegal activities conducted by politicians and legal authorities who secretly supported them.

"What if I say I'm not a banker?" Ayaan finally said, raising his eyelids and matching her questioning gaze. No more hide and seek; she had the right to know who he really was. Ayat raised her eyebrows, confused.

"Are you not?" she asked, trying to piece together his words. He shook his head in refusal. "Then what do you do?" she questioned, thinking perhaps he worked in another field. At that moment, she felt his hand enveloping hers, and she loved that secure grip. He sat facing her completely.

"I wanted to tell you this but waited for the right time, and now it seems like the time is here..." He paused, raising his gaze from their hands to her eyes.

"I am not a banker, Ayat. I am a secret agent working under a legal agency controlled by Mr. Mehta. We work to expose the illegal activities that occur beneath the guise of legality. The banking facade is there for those unaware of our true work; we run a secret agency within this so-called bank. They call me Muhammad when I am on agency duties, but outside of that, I am known as Ayaan." He spoke in one go, and he could sense the shock in her eyes, he tightened his grip on her hands.