"You're already the mother of my four children," Arsalan chuckled, "and you're about to bring another one into this world. And you say I wasn't romantic?"
Sahira glared at him with disdain. "If you want to know how romantic you were," she spat, her voice dripping with venom, "then listen..." She recounted her experiences in such a bitter tone that Arsalan's cheeks turned red.
"And if you want to hear about all the things you did to me..."
Arsalan's playful attitude vanished. He released her wrist, and Sahira pulled away from him.
Arsalan's gaze dropped to the ground.
"Was I that bad?"
"You're far worse than bad, Arsalan. This act of amnesia you're putting on - you could fool the entire world with it. But not me. I've seen your masterful acting before. But I won't fall for your deception anymore, Arsalan Ansari."
As Sahira was about to turn and walk away, Arsalan's voice stopped her.
"Hira... can't you forgive me? I don't remember anything about my past. I don't remember who I was, what I did... Please believe me. Forgive me."
For a moment, Sahira's heart wavered. Her feet remained rooted to the spot.
She turned to face him, her eyes filled with doubt.
"Very well. What a splendid performance, Arsalan. You should win an Oscar," she said sarcastically, and walked away. Arsalan let out a deep sigh and stood there, alone.
Arsalan Ansari, the ruthless mafia kingpin, operates with a cold, calculated smile. But a glimpse of vulnerability cracks his icy facade. Has amnesia truly buried his past—a past rife with vengeance and betrayal—or is this a masterfully crafted ploy to outmaneuver his enemies? As the line between truth and manipulation blurs, one thing remains certain: underestimating Arsalan Ansari could be your deadliest mistake.
