Dil Hi Toh Hai ( Completed)

(70) finding his little soul

Hai ..

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3 days later

Author POV:

Aniruddh sat at his desk, fingers tapping lightly on the table, his gaze unwavering as he looked at Aslam. There was a sense of tension in the air, heavy with the unspoken curiosity about the man they were investigating. Arjun's file lay open before Aniruddh, yet he hadn’t even glanced through it yet. He wanted to hear it straight from Aslam, word by word, detail by detail.

Aslam took a deep breath, placing the thick folder carefully in front of Aniruddh, aware of the weight of the information it held. Clearing his throat, he began.

"Sir, here's what we've found about Arjun," he started, his tone steady but carrying a hint of reluctance.

Aniruddh nodded, signaling him to continue.

Aslam leaned forward, his voice low but clear. "Arjun lost his mother when he was just eight years old. After that, he changed entirely – he became... cold, emotionless. He joined the mafia with only one purpose: revenge. His mother was nine months pregnant when she was brutally killed, and he never forgot it. At sixteen, he tracked down her murderer and took his life. His grandfather, recognizing his determination, declared him the next heir to the organization."

Aniruddh's face remained stoic, his gaze focused intently on Aslam. He wasn’t surprised by the darkness of Arjun's past but felt a strange sense of understanding toward the young boy forced into such violence.

"He hasn’t involved himself in illegal businesses, sir," Aslam continued, placing a few documents on the desk, each detailing Arjun's operations. "In fact, he banned human trafficking, weapons smuggling, drugs, and extortion under his rule. Because of these decisions, he’s made powerful enemies."

Aniruddh's expression remained blank, though his eyes betrayed a glimmer of respect for Arjun’s principles. He studied the documents carefully but said nothing.

Taking another breath, Aslam continued, "After his grandfather passed away, the will revealed that he could only inherit the family property if he married within a month."

Aniruddh’s jaw clenched at that. His voice was low, barely controlled. "So, that’s why he married Pallavi... this demon."

Aslam hesitated, sensing Aniruddh's anger simmering just beneath the surface. "Not entirely, sir. Pallavi agreed to marry him because her brother, Prateeksh, needed a major heart surgery. It was a straightforward deal between them – they’d marry for one year under an agreement."

Aniruddh's brow furrowed, his hands tightening into fists on the desk. "And then? What happened?"

Aslam paused, as if bracing himself for what he was about to reveal. "Someone, anonymously, funded her brother’s surgery – the money arrived on the day of the wedding. Pallavi had planned to escape, but Arjun forced her to go through with the marriage."

Aniruddh’s eyes narrowed, his anger simmering into something far more dangerous. "The person who paid… it was Arjun himself, wasn’t it?"

"Yes, sir," Aslam replied, nodding. "He didn’t even know who he was helping at the time. And slowly… they grew closer. Pallavi taught him the meaning of love, helped him heal. To protect her, he appointed her as CEO of his company while he stepped back to become her personal assistant, he brutally killed avyansh Khanna for touching her . Sir, she transformed him from a wild, ruthless man into someone capable of love."

Aslam placed a photograph on the table. It was of Arjun and Pallavi, laughing together, their eyes shining with happiness. The transformation in Arjun’s expression was undeniable – he looked nothing like the stone-hearted man Aniruddh had heard about.