#Urban #novel #romantic #dramatic
After Aayan left the office, an ominous feeling began to loom inside Ariyan's mind. He knew that threatening Mr. Arman would not yield a good result. What Tuli did was certainly courageous, but to a shrewd businessman like Mr. Arman, this was merely the stubbornness of a little girl.
The next day, as soon as Ariyan arrived at the office, he saw a complete chaos inside the entire IT department. Jahid came running, "Sir, our main server has been hacked! All confidential data regarding the Green City project is being deleted. If it isn't recovered right now, we will face a loss of millions!"
A crease of worry appeared on Ariyan's forehead. "How was it hacked despite having so much security? Did someone from the inside leak the password?"
Jahid stammered and said, "Sir, checking the system logs reveals that these files were accessed last night at ten o'clock from your cabin, using your personal ID."
Ariyan was stunned. Last night at ten o'clock, he was not at the office. The key to his cabin remains only with him or... with his PA, Tuli.
Right at that moment, Tuli entered the cabin. Anxiety was written all over her face as well. "Ariyan Bhaiya, I heard there's a problem with the server? Can I help with anything?"
Ariyan turned around and looked at Tuli with a piercing gaze. His jaw tightened. "Where were you last night at ten o'clock, Tuli?"
Tuli was caught a bit off guard. "I... I was at home. Why?"
"Don't lie!" Ariyan roared. "The CCTV footage shows that you entered the office once at ten last night. And the files were deleted from my computer. Didn't you say—you would leak your father's illegal files? Now, have you joined hands with your father to remove my files instead?"
The sky seemed to crash down upon Tuli's head. She cried out in agony, "I didn't come yesterday, Ariyan Bhaiya! Please believe me, I know nothing about all this!"
"Believe?" Ariyan let out a cynical laugh. "Mr. Arman's blood runs through your veins. Perhaps out of fear of being deprived of your father's property, you flipped at the last moment. Get out of my office! Right this instant!"
Weeping bitterly, Tuli tried to hold Ariyan's hand, but Ariyan shrugged her off with a jerk. In humiliation and pain, Tuli turned into stone. She could realize that she had been trapped in a massive web.
After Tuli left, Ariyan watched the CCTV footage again. The footage was extremely blurry, but the girl was wearing the exact same blue saree that Tuli wore yesterday. It felt to Ariyan as if his ten years of waiting had turned into dust in a single fraction of a moment.
On the other hand, sitting in Mr. Arman's drawing room, Aayan and Mr. Arman were laughing out loud. Aayan said, "Uncle, your idea was just brilliant! Dressing someone who looks exactly like Tuli in a blue saree, bringing her in front of the CCTV, and getting the data deleted by your hacker—Ariyan now considers Tuli his enemy!"
Taking a puff from his cigar, Mr. Arman said, "Aristocracy doesn't just come easily, Aayan. You have to fight poison with poison. Now let's see how long their love lasts."
Rain began to fall across the city. Standing by the roadside, Tuli was getting drenched and thinking—how could the man she trusted more than herself disbelieve her so easily? On the other hand, sitting in his cabin, Ariyan was crushing th
at dried Bokul garland inside his fist.
In this conflict of trust and betrayal, will the color of the blue note fade away forever?