Aryaman's eyes locked onto Nalini's, searching for any sign of deception. But Nalini's expression remained neutral, her eyes giving away nothing.
"I see," Aryaman said, his voice measured. "And who is this person you owe a debt to?"
Nalini's gaze faltered for a moment, and Aryaman sensed a flash of pain behind her eyes.
"My sister," Nalini said, her voice barely above a whisper. "She was killed by Kabir's hand, many years ago."
Aryaman's eyes widened in shock. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with empathy.
Nalini's expression hardened, her eyes flashing with a fierce determination.
"I don't want your sympathy," she said. "I want your help. I want to help you control Kabir, and in return, I want you to help me exact revenge on him."
Aryaman's mind reeled as he processed Nalini's words. He knew that he needed her help, but he also knew that he couldn't trust her completely.
"What's in it for you?" Aryaman asked, his voice cautious.
Nalini's smile was cold and calculating. "Oh, I think you'll find that our goals are aligned, Aryaman," she said. "We both want to control Kabir, and we both want to use him for our own purposes."
Aryaman's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew that he had to be careful, that he couldn't trust Nalini completely.
But he also knew that he needed her help, and that together, they might just be able to achieve their goals.
As Aryaman looked at Nalini, he knew that their alliance was a fragile one, built on a foundation of mutual distrust and hidden agendas.
But he also knew that it was a necessary one, and that together, they might just be able to overcome the challenges that lay ahead.