𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓: 𝐀 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐐𝐮𝐫'𝐚𝐧

chapter 51

Ashar stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a white bathrobe that reached his knees, ruffling his black hair. He approached the mirror and began drying his hair with a hairdryer when his attention was diverted by the sound of his mobile phone ringing on the bedside table. He furrowed his brows at the unknown caller ID before picking up his phone.

"Hello, Ash!" her sweet, honey-coated voice rang out, instantly turning Ashar's expression into one of frustration. "What?" he replied, sounding uninterested.

"I want to tell you something," she said, her tone now serious. Ashar could sense the smirk in her voice. "Spit it out; I don't have time to waste on you," he retorted, frustration boiling over. Kinza clenched her knuckles in annoyance.

"I didn’t call you to ask for your concern. I just wanted to remind you this is the last time I'm calling you 'Ash'... and to let you know that the moment I stepped into London, I aborted your child. I'm going to marry someone who knows how to value me!" she said, her voice filled with exasperation.

Ashar chuckled, a smirk forming on his face. "And you think I care?" he mocked her, dismissing her decision and the confidence she was trying to portray. She seemed to forget that she was dealing with Ashar.

"no!.....I never want your care got it......you are a-a h-heartless......you are monster who snatched my happiness and that's why your happiness is also not with you.....just sneak at your coller mr ashar....there is nothing inside but a dead soul......and I thank the day when ayat divorced you ...... atleast she was not dumb like me.......ayat did very good by divorcing you and I will a-" Her voice was cut off when Ashar threw the phone with all his strength, causing it to hit the ground and shatter into tiny pieces. His breathing quickened. "Why did she have to bring Ayat into this? Aghhhhh!" he shouted, before collapsing onto the bed, clutching his damp hair in his hands as tears threatened to spill.

"Ayat... Ayat... Ayat..." Those words swirled in his mind. What the hell did she do to me? Why do I want to cry? But no, I can't... I don't want to feel vulnerable. He screamed inside his mind, jerking his head back and forth, but his efforts were in vain. A single tear escaped from his left eye, and his body froze in place. He slowly released his grip on his hair and grasped the edges of the bed tightly, his knuckles turning white.

A tear fell onto his left hand, and he looked down with watery eyes. Why was he crying? Why did he feel the need to cry? Was it regret? Or was it the longing for someone he once wanted? Thoughts arises as more tears rolled down his empty gaze.

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Ayaan was sitting in front of a computer, his eyes locked on the screen while his fingers flew over the keyboard. Ahsan stood beside him, and just then, Mr. Mehta arrived. Everyone's attention shifted to the sound of the door clicking shut behind him.

"How is the investigation going?" he asked with a smile. Ahsan straightened up and stepped forward.

"Sir, we just found out that Ashar made a transaction through online links!" Ahsan said, amusement in his voice. Mr. Mehta glanced at Ayaan, whose expression revealed frustration and stress.

"What happened, Muhammad?" Mr. Mehta asked, moving closer to him. Ayaan's eyes reflected disappointment and shock as he looked at the computer.

"He canceled the transaction before it could reach Aurora Holdings… that’s why all the evidence has been wiped!" Ayaan exclaimed, holding his temple in distress.

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Ashar was sitting on his bed with a laptop in his lap, scrolling through information with a smirk on his face. Suddenly, he heard a knock on his door.

"Come in!" he called out in a heavy voice. His personal assistant entered the room, holding a mobile phone.

"Sir, your money didn't reach Aurora Holdings; they want to talk to you!" the assistant said, passing the phone to Ashar. A bright smile spread across Ashar's face as he took the device.