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After returning from the party, Tuli's stunned gaze kept flashing before Ariyan's eyes repeatedly. He tried hard to convince himself—"Ariyan, emotion is your weakness, and this success is your armor." But at the end of the day, when he stood on the balcony of his lonely penthouse and looked at the neon lights of the city, his heart cried out in a painful void.
On the other hand, Mr. Arman's bungalow today seemed like a battlefield. Mr. Arman was pacing up and down the drawing-room restlessly. Ariyan's unimaginable rise had not surprised him as much as it had terrified him. He knew Ariyan had returned to take revenge, and the instrument of his revenge could be his most beloved daughter, Tuli.
"Tuli! Mark my words, do not try to keep any further contact with that boy. He has earned money now indeed, but that farmer's stubbornness is still left in his blood," Mr. Arman roared.
Tuli was sitting on the sofa like a stone statue. She said in a calm voice, "Father, the one you dismissively called a farmer's boy, the entire city respects him today. Hasn't your elite status become small before his success today?"
"Shut up, you!" Mr. Arman raised his hand but did not strike. He could realize that Tuli was no longer that simple, naive girl of her childhood. He declared in a harsh tone, "Your marriage is next month. I have finalized your engagement with Ayan, the son of my friend, industrialist Sajjad Chowdhury. This is my final word."
Tuli did not protest. She simply went to her room silently. A strange plan was playing in her mind then. She knew Ariyan did not hate her; rather, Ariyan was angry with himself. She would definitely pull Ariyan out from this quicksand of darkness.
The next morning, there was a huge commotion at the reception of Ariyan's office. Wearing a black blazer and a white shirt, when Ariyan entered the office, he saw a crowd in front of his cabin.
"What is going on here?" Everyone fell silent upon hearing Ariyan's grave voice.
The P.A. said trembling, "Sir, a girl has entered inside and is sitting there without your permission. She is saying she will join as your new Personal Assistant."
Ariyan frowned and opened the door of the cabin. As he stepped inside, he felt as if his breath was about to stop. Standing with her back to the window was a young woman. Her silky hair was shimmering in the sunlight. She turned around slowly.
"Good morning, Sir! Your new P.A. Tuli Arman is reporting," Tuli said with a broad smile.
Ariyan froze. Astonishment and anger built up together on his face. "What are you doing here? Has Mr. Arman's daughter come to do a job in my office? Is this some new joke?"
Tuli calmly placed her CV file on Ariyan's table. "It's not a joke, Ariyan Bhaiya. I have come on my own merit. I am a gold medalist in Business. And besides, I have walked out of my father's house. I no longer want to stay in that prison of elite status."
Placing both hands on the table, Ariyan leaned very close to Tuli. The pupils of his eyes were trembling. "You don't know who you are playing with, Tuli. I am no longer that boy from under the Bokul tree. I am the most ruthless boss in this city."
Tuli kept looking blankly into Ariyan's eyes. "I know you have changed. But I also know that a blue note is still hidden inside the pocket of this expensive suit of yours. A man who cannot remove the blue note of memories can never be ruthless."
Ariyan could not say a word. A long silence stretched between them. Outside, the gathering of rain clouds began, looking exactly like it did on the day of their separation ten years ago.