We got into the car.
Aryan glanced at me. "Where are we going?"
I smiled. "Everything will be fine now."
Aryan sighed. "Yeah, I know… but—"
I turned to him. "Do you trust me?"
He didn't hesitate. "More than myself."
"Then just relax."
A few minutes later, Aryan's phone rang. It was his cousin sister—the one who was supposed to get married.
"What is this?" her voice was sharp.
Aryan frowned. "What? What are you talking about?"
I gestured for him to put the phone on speaker.
"You're married? And to…"
I spoke up confidently. "Yes, he is married. To Sonakshi Meyhotra."
"When did this happen?"
Aryan answered, "Today."
There was a brief pause before she snapped, "And today itself, you seized the property!"
Aryan looked confused. "I seized…?"
I smirked. "Yes, today itself. According to the will, the first grandchild to get married inherits the property. So, from this moment, the property belongs to Aryan. And we won't allow any unnecessary burdens to linger on what's rightfully his."
"This is illegal! We should have been given at least a month's notice!"
I scoffed. "Don't try to teach me about laws. I've practically done a PhD in them. I became who I am today because I know how the system works."
Her voice wavered. "But… Bhai, I'm your sister. Where will I live?"
Aryan opened his mouth to respond, but I cut in smoothly. "You should have thought about that before you tried to sell the property to builders. Listen, dear, this estate isn't yours anymore, so don't waste your breath arguing with me. I'm not like Aryan—I won't tolerate your manipulations. I am Sonakshi, and I know exactly how to handle people like you."
"What's wrong with doing business?" she challenged.
I smirked. "Nothing—if it's done ethically. Business built on deceit never lasts."
"I was going to give everyone their share!" she protested.
I leaned back. "First of all, you weren't planning to divide the shares equally. And second, this property means more to Aryan than just land—it's a part of his emotions, his family legacy. I may not believe in holding onto something that doesn't give returns, but Aryan does. So, whether the estate is valuable or not, it belongs to Aryan now. Take your share and stay out of our lives. Your flight to Dubai has already been booked. You've been transferred there, and I suggest you never interfere in Aryan's life again—unless you want to suffer the consequences."
There was a long silence before she finally muttered, "Okay." She had no choice but to agree.
After the call ended, Aryan turned to me. "Why didn't you let me answer?"
I raised an eyebrow. "And what would you have said? Were you even aware of all this?"
He sighed. "Obviously not."
"Exactly. Then how would you have handled it?"
Aryan frowned. "We could've sorted this out later."
I shook my head. "I hate delays. I believe in getting things done fast. And honestly, you wouldn't have handled it the way I did."
Aryan crossed his arms. "Exactly. I would've handled it differently."
I smirked. "And spent your whole life fighting legal battles?"
He sighed. "But you spent so much money on this."
I shrugged. "Your will had loopholes. Even if you had tried your whole life, you wouldn't have been able to transfer the property in your name legally. Sometimes, playing outside the courtroom is the smarter move."
Aryan shook his head. "I get that, but…"
I cut him off, my voice firm. "Aryan, I run a massive empire. I know exactly how to handle situations like this. At least don't question my decisions."
He exhaled and gave me a small smile. "Fine. You win."
I smirked. "I always do."