The limousine drove through the city to the most luxurious district Aryan had ever seen.
it stopped in front of a palatial mansion that seemed like something out of a movie.
Inside, an elderly man slowly rose from a golden armchair.
His eyes were calm, yet commanding.
"Aryan....."He said.
"I am your father".
Aryan froze.
"But....my mother said you died years ago, "he stammered.
His father sighed deeply.
"i had to hide you."
"I have many enemies," he continued.
"If they knew you existed, they would have killed you."