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章節 43: ch-42

The girl, now revealed to be Ekaterina Orlov, arrived at her family estate, an opulent mansion sprawling across acres of manicured gardens and surrounded by towering iron gates. The estate was a fortress in itself, guarded heavily by a private security force. The sheer size and grandeur of the mansion seemed like something out of a fairy tale, with its towering spires, marble columns, and gleaming windows.

Ekaterina was escorted inside by the woman in the black suit, Yelena, who was both her caretaker and the head of her personal security detail. As they stepped into the grand foyer, adorned with glittering chandeliers and intricate artwork, a man in a tailored suit rushed toward them. His face, typically stoic and commanding, was now marked with worry.

This was Viktor Orlov, one of Russia's wealthiest businessmen and a prominent politician. His vast empire spanned natural gas, energy, and infrastructure, and his influence extended far beyond the corporate world. Despite his towering reputation, he melted into a concerned father as he embraced Ekaterina tightly.

He immediately began signing to her, his hands moving with a fluidity that spoke of years of practice. "Katya, why did you leave? Why didn't you return home? Do you know how dangerous it was?"

Ekaterina signed back, her gestures slower but deliberate. "I didn't want to go to class again. I'm tired of classes. That's all I do every day."

Viktor sighed deeply, his worry giving way to a mix of frustration and guilt. He noticed the hasty bandage on her leg and turned his gaze to Yelena and the security team. His piercing eyes sent a chill through the room, and the staff instinctively straightened, bracing for the reprimand they knew was coming.

His voice was cold, commanding. "Explain this. How did she get hurt? How did this happen on your watch?"

Yelena, maintaining her composure, responded with measured calm. "Sir, she encountered a stray dog while outside the permitted area. A young boy, part of a nearby film crew, intervened and protected her. He treated her injuries with a first-aid kit."

Viktor's glare intensified. "Do you understand what would have happened if this had escalated? Was this connected to the incident from three years ago?" His voice dropped to a dangerous tone.

The room went silent as Viktor's mind drifted back to the day that had forever changed their family.

Three years ago, on a countryside trip, Viktor had stepped out of the car with Ekaterina to show her the breathtaking view of the sprawling landscape. His wife had remained in the vehicle, enjoying the peaceful moment. Suddenly, an explosion ripped through the air, shattering their lives in an instant.

The car, carrying his wife, had been rigged with explosives. The blast had been deafening, the shockwaves enough to knock him and Ekaterina to the ground. When Viktor turned, he saw the horror on his daughter's face—a six-year-old girl staring at the blazing wreckage of her mother's car.

From that day forward, Ekaterina stopped speaking. The trauma rendered her mute, and while doctors explained it as a psychological condition, no amount of therapy or comfort could coax her voice back. Viktor had poured all his resources into ensuring her safety, surrounding her with caretakers and security. Yet, her smile had vanished, replaced by an unending void of silence.

He snapped back to the present, his anger boiling over. "This mistake cannot happen again. If it does, Yelena, you and your entire security firm will cease to exist. Do I make myself clear?"

Yelena nodded stiffly. "Understood, sir."

She then continued. "Sir, I've gathered information about the individuals who assisted her. The boy is Aryan, younger brother of Suraj, the director and producer of the film they are working on. Suraj manages a film production company called Mythic Productions, which is currently working on a major series."

Viktor's eyes narrowed. "I want full details on this Suraj and his crew. Verify everything."

"Already in progress," Yelena replied, her tone professional.

Viktor dismissed the staff and went upstairs to Ekaterina's room. He hesitated outside the door, taking a deep breath to compose himself. When he entered, he was surprised by the sight before him.

Ekaterina sat cross-legged on her bed, holding the bandage Aryan had applied to her leg. For the first time in years, she was smiling—a small, hesitant smile, but a smile nonetheless. Viktor felt a lump rise in his throat.

"Katya," he said gently, sitting beside her. "What happened today? Why are you smiling?"

She began signing, her hands moving quickly as if she couldn't wait to share. She described how Aryan, with his awkward English and hasty movements, had scared the dog away and bandaged her wound. She mimicked his exaggerated gestures, imitating his broken sentences with an innocence that made Viktor chuckle.

"So, this boy… Aryan… he helped you?" Viktor asked.

Ekaterina nodded enthusiastically. Then, after a moment of hesitation, she signed a question that took Viktor by surprise. "Can I see him again?"

Viktor's heart ached. This was the first time in years Ekaterina had expressed a desire to interact with someone outside their circle. He knew he couldn't say no. Her smile, so fragile and precious, might vanish if he denied her.

After a long pause, he nodded. "Alright, Katya. But only if you promise to always stay with Yelena and the security team. Do you understand?"

Ekaterina threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Viktor closed his eyes, holding her close, feeling a warmth he hadn't experienced in years. For the first time in a long time, he allowed himself to hope that maybe, just maybe, the boy and his brother could bring a little light back into their lives.

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Author note:-

:- support the story with power stones for

Extra chapters and motivation

:- I want add lot of elements so be patient with me. I just can say the pay off would be very good


章節 44: ch-43

The following morning, Viktor Orlov called Natalia, the head of Ekaterina's security and caretaker, into his office. His sharp eyes carried the weight of unspoken orders, but his tone remained measured as he spoke.

"Natalia, you are to take Ekaterina to the set where this Suraj and his brother Aryan are working. Do so discreetly. Do not attract any unnecessary attention. She is not to be seen in the spotlight."

Natalia, ever the professional, nodded. "Understood, sir. What level of surveillance should we implement?"

"Complete coverage," Viktor replied, his voice leaving no room for doubt. "Keep her in the shadows and ensure she is protected at all times. Position a few of our boys as crew helpers. I want surveillance in every direction, but subtle—our presence must not be obvious. Most importantly, observe and report on everything. Determine whether these individuals are trustworthy and have no ill intentions."

"Yes, sir. I will handle this personally," Natalia affirmed.

Viktor leaned back in his chair. "Ekaterina's safety is paramount. But if this Aryan boy is as genuine as she says, I want to know. If he and his brother are decent people, they might bring something meaningful into her life."

Natalia nodded again, understanding the unspoken emotions behind his words, and left the room to make the necessary arrangements.

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Meanwhile, at the hotel in Moscow where the crew was staying, Suraj and Aryan returned to their room after a long day of shooting. The team had been working tirelessly to capture the essence of Ravan's rise in Russia. The sequences showed his intelligence and ruthless cunning as he built a network of influence in the underground world, establishing himself as a formidable power.

As they settled in, Aryan sat on the bed, swinging his legs with a thoughtful expression. Suraj noticed his younger brother's uncharacteristic silence and sat beside him.

"What's on your mind, Aryan?" Suraj asked gently.

Aryan hesitated, then spoke in a small voice. "That little girl... why didn't she talk to me? Did I do something wrong? Did I scare her?"

Suraj could see the sadness in Aryan's eyes and quickly understood his misunderstanding. He placed a reassuring hand on Aryan's shoulder.

"No, Aryan, you didn't do anything wrong," Suraj began, his tone soft but clear. "That little girl didn't talk because she can't. She has a condition that makes it hard for her to communicate the way we do. It's not because of you—it's just how she is."

Aryan frowned, his confusion deepening. "A condition? Like being sick?"

"Not exactly," Suraj explained, trying to simplify it. "Some people are born with differences or go through things in life that make it hard for them to speak. It doesn't mean they don't want to communicate; they just use other ways to express themselves."

"How?" Aryan asked, his curiosity piqued.

Suraj pulled out his phone and opened QTube. He searched for a video on Russian Sign Language and handed the phone to Aryan. The screen displayed a person demonstrating simple signs, translating them into spoken words.

"They use sign language," Suraj said. "It's a way of talking with their hands. People who can't speak or hear use it to share their thoughts and feelings."

Aryan's eyes lit up as he watched the video. The movements were fascinating to him, and he mimicked a few of the signs.

"So, she can talk with her hands?" Aryan asked, more excited than confused now.

"Exactly," Suraj replied with a smile. "It's like learning another language. And if you ever meet her again, this is how you can talk to her."

Aryan's determination shone through as he gripped the phone tightly. "Then I'll learn it. If I see her again, I want to talk to her properly."

Suraj was taken aback by Aryan's resolve. For a moment, he saw a glimpse of maturity in his younger brother, who rarely took things so seriously. He nodded, proud of Aryan's decision.

"That's a good idea," Suraj said. "Learning more languages is always useful. You never know when it might come in handy."

Aryan began practicing right away, replaying the video and trying to copy the signs. Suraj watched him with a mix of amusement and pride, thinking how this experience might shape Aryan in ways neither of them could yet understand.

As Aryan continued practicing, Suraj leaned back on the bed, his thoughts wandering. He was grateful for Aryan's empathetic nature and his willingness to embrace new challenges. It reminded him of their parents and how they had always encouraged kindness and curiosity.

The brothers spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing, Aryan occasionally showing off the signs he'd learned. Suraj felt a renewed sense of purpose—not just for the film, but for the bond he shared with his brother.

In the back of his mind, though, he couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter with the little girl and her family might lead to something far bigger than either of them could imagine.

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Author note:-

:-support story with power stones for extra chapters and motivation 😁

:-yes chapter is filler and small because I didn't Have time today and yesterday I released 5 chapter which I stacked so

Sorry guys

:- I will release night 9 'o' clock one more chapters in proper way


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