That night, Arif was sitting alone in his small rented room.
The words Maya said were still hurting his heart.
"Your love has no value without money."
He looked at the broken gift box on the table and closed his eyes.
Suddenly, his phone started ringing.
Unknown number.
Arif picked up the call.
"Hello… Arif speaking."
A deep and calm voice came from the other side.
"Young master… we finally found you."
Arif became confused.
"Who are you? You got the wrong number."
The man replied,
"No, sir. We have been searching for you for many years.
You are the only son of Mr. Rahman, the owner of Rahman Group."
Arif stood up in shock.
"What nonsense! I am just a poor student."
The man continued,
"Sir, your father hid your identity to protect you.
Your real name is Arif Rahman.
You are the heir of Rahman Group, one of the biggest companies in the city."
Arif's hands started shaking.
Memories from childhood slowly came back.
A big house…
Security guards…
A kind man calling him "son"…
Arif whispered,
"Is… is my father alive?"
The man replied,
"Yes, sir. He has been waiting for you.
Please come tomorrow. The car will arrive at 9 AM."
The call ended.
Arif sat silently for a long time.
Tears came into his eyes, but this time not from pain.
He looked at the mirror and said slowly,
"So… I was never poor."
His eyes became cold and strong.
"Maya…
You left me because I was poor.
Now you will see…
who I really am."
Outside, a black luxury car stopped near the building.
Arif knew.
His life was about to change forever.