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Hearing this, Bhavesh, still smiling softly, said, "I don't know when you will accept me, but I won't stop trying because I want my daughter... I've been longing to hear the word 'dad' from your mouth for so long." Saying this, he gently patted Amayra's head, and for a moment, Amayra seemed lost, feeling a strange relief from the pain she had been carrying inside. It felt as if Bhavesh's affectionate touch had somehow lessened her pain.

Just then, Bhavesh's assistant arrived and informed them it was time to leave. Coming back to her senses, Amayra, looking around, said, "I think we should go."

Saying this, she picked up her suitcase and started walking, but Bhavesh, taking the suitcase from her hands, said, "You don't have to carry this, dear."

Amayra took the suitcase back, saying, "No need, I like to do my own work." Bhavesh, with a loving smile, handed the suitcase to his assistant, saying, "That's a good thing, being independent. But can't you give a father the right to do something for his daughter?"

He then said, "Take a last look at the house; we'll be waiting outside. This is your moment; live it for the last time because everything is going to change after this." Saying this, he walked out, and the assistant took the suitcase downstairs.

Amayra, with moist eyes, looked around the entire apartment. Today, she had to leave this place. Taking in all the memories one last time, she closed the door and locked it, handing the key to Bhavesh with a sense of finality.

But Bhavesh, with the same loving expression, returned the keys to her, shaking his head, saying, "No, dear, you keep these keys... You have many memories here, and I'm not ready to handle them yet. When you fully accept me, I will happily take these keys."

After a while, a convoy of cars sped through the streets of Mumbai towards the airport. Among them, the most expensive car carried Amayra and Bhavesh.

The car stopped directly at Mumbai airport, and they, with masks on their faces, moved towards a private jet waiting for them.

Seeing the private jet, Amayra, without looking at Bhavesh, asked, "Why all this? The masks? Can't we take a normal flight?"

Bhavesh, holding her hand lovingly, said, "You'll have to get used to these things, dear, because we are not like ordinary people... We have many enemies who are always waiting for a chance to harm us, so all this is necessary, and now you have to see all this daily."

Hearing this, Amayra took a deep breath, and they both boarded the private jet, heading from Mumbai to Bangkok.

Amayra sat by the window, watching the city she was leaving behind, where she had left some good and some bad memories.

Mumbai, Nighttime...

In the dark of night, a deserted road looked very eerie, with not a single person in sight. A shiny Range Rover was speeding along the road, making it look even scarier.

The car's window was open, allowing smoke to escape, smoke from a cigarette. A hand holding the cigarette came out of the window, stylishly flicking the half-burned cigarette outside.