16|•The Revelation•|

                                    

                                          
Ayana's POV
My eyes were full of tears as I heard those words coming out of his mouth. His words and his eyes weren't coinciding with each other. He had tears in his eyes. I felt betrayed. Is he the same person who told me not to worry about anything? Is he the same person who saved me? Is he the Ahaan Malhotra I know? Was all of that a lie? A deception? Just to get me to marry him? My grip on the railing tightened. I felt my heart beating faster. 
"What? What's the reason?" I replied in a stern voice trying to stay as calm as possible. 
"Do you really want to know?" He said taking a step closer.
What's his deal? I want to know the reason why he's so determined to ruin my family. I want to know why he's so determined to ruin MY life. 
"Yes. Tell me. Tell me why did you marry me? Why did you marry me if you hated me that much? Why did you marry me if you hate my father? What have we ever done to you? Is it because of the money? Just because of the money?" My voice broke, I replied not being able to contain my anger
He scoffed. And looked at me with those cold eyes and expressionless face. His gaze was burning holes inside me. His eyes contained so much hatred. I could sense it. He grabbed my arm and started dragging me inside the room he was in. 
"Let..let me go!! It hurts!" I screamed. My foot was bleeding heavily now. His grip was so tight, that my arm started hurting. 
He threw me inside that room. I fell on the floor.
"Are you crazy?!!" I turned around and yelled at him. My whole body was hurting at this point. I groaned in pain. But he was standing still. Emotionless. His eyes still had that cold look in them. 
"Look up" He commanded. I looked around the room. It was empty. There was just one wooden cupboard at the corner of that room. Then I looked up in front of me. There were two huge paintings on the wall. A man and a woman. Maybe in their 30s. They were looking so pretty in that portrait. But who are they? I slowly turned my head towards Ahaan. He looked at me and then at the paintings. His softened.
"They are my parents." He replied. I was shocked. Because I've never seen his parents with him before. There are no pictures on the internet of him with his parents either. I looked at him with a confused look. He gave a sad smile. His eyes filled with tears but he didn't let a single tear escape.
"They died. A long time ago." His voice was low and filled with hurt and longing. I was shocked to hear this. I didn't know that his parents are dead. That too. A long time ago? What does he mean by that? 
"Oh.. I'm so-" I was cut in between my sentence as he shifted his gaze from the paintings to me. His eyes returning back to that cold and hateful gaze. His whole face and body language was screaming that he even hate the sight of me. 
"YOUR FATHER MURDERED THEM!!" He yelled. So loud. I flinched. I looked at him with wide eyes. What does he mean by my father murdered them? He can't accuse him like that? He must've theft from him. But my father isn't a murderer.
"Stop lying! My father isn't a murderer!!" I got up from the floor. I forgot about all my pain. I was fuming. He can't accuse my father like that. 
"Do you think I'm lying? Do you think these eyes are lying?" He took a step closer. So close to me. His eyes fixed on my face. It doesn't looked like he was lying. But how can I trust him? 
"I don't believe you." I replied looking straight into his eyes. He scoffed.
"You don't believe me. Fine." He said in a sarcastic tone and backed off. He looked at me for a second and then he went to the cupboard that was in the corner of the room. He opened it and took out a weird box from it. It was very old and had dust on it. He took the box and came back to where he was standing before. 
"Open it" He said as he handed me that box. I looked at him and then at the box. I opened the lid of the box with shaky hands. My eyes widened as I saw what was inside it. A ring. That was my father's ring. It had blood on it. I know that ring because I gifted that to him when I was a child. He lost that ring the same year. I remember I was very upset with him. And..and we never found this ring again. No matter how hard we looked. The dots were connecting. But I couldn't process what was happening. The box fell from my hands. 
"No..No.. Wh-Why do you have that ring? It.. It's my father's ring. I gifted him this ring..when I was 9 years old and. He..he lost..it on the day he went to his friend's house.." I replied not being able to make sense out of this situation. My eyes were unfocused. Tears streaming down from my eyes. I looked at him. 
"You have your answer. I don't think I need to explain anymore." His voice cold. 
"No..No.. it's not possible. My..my father isn't a murderer." I couldn't accept it. 
"Yes he is. And you. You are the daughter of the murderer of my parents." He said with gritted teeth, taking a step closer. 
My father..is a murderer?
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