❛Billionaire's Immortal Love❜

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

Hello everyone,

Here is the Prologue of this Novel.

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This is the REWRITTEN VERSION OF THIS NOVEL.

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❛They say revenge is a dish best served cold.

But no one warns you how it burns when it strikes.❜

A scream tore through the wedding hall, slicing the sacred silence like a blade.

“How could you?”

Her voice cracked with fury and betrayal. “You stole my sindoor… and gave it to her? This beggar?”

The groom—the man she’d schemed to claim—didn’t flinch. His smirk was a shard of ice, his eyes blazing not with love, but with vengeance. Arnav Singh Raizada had come for blood, and he’d drawn it.

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“ASR....ASR...ASR!”

Outside the glittering Delhi venue, the crowd churned like a storm about to break. Paparazzi clawed for position, their flashes sparking like lightning in the night.

Microphones stabbed the air, ravenous for a glimpse of India’s fashion king, Arnav Singh Raizada, and his bride, Sheetal Kapoor—the diva who’d claimed his name.

But when the couple emerged, a gasp choked the chaos.

The bride’s face was hidden.

A veil—thick, impenetrable—cloaked her in shadow. No explanation. No ritual to justify it. Just a secret, heavy and unspoken.

Whispers slithered through the crowd.

“Why hide her face?”

“Is she hurt?”

“A forced marriage?”

“A publicity stunt?”

Then, a single glance from ASR froze the frenzy. His eyes, cold and unyielding, carried a warning: ask no questions, or face answers you can’t bear.

The silence was suffocating. The media retreated, but their cameras lingered, hungry for the truth.

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“Just a moment… please… let me finish…”

Her voice was a fragile whisper, barely audible in a world that crushed softness.

But her sister didn’t care.

“How dare you touch my laptop?” the elder hissed, ripping it from her hands.

“Do you really started to think you self my sister now, do you?”

Her words were poison, each syllable a lash. “You’re nothing. A beggar. An orphan. My father gave you a roof, not a place in this family - in our heart. You’re a burden to my mother and me—nothing more.”

She stormed out, the door slamming like a guillotine. The younger girl stood frozen, her heart splintering.

But no tears fell.

She’d learned long ago to swallow her pain.

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This is no fairy tale.

This is a story of two sisters—one born to conquer, the other destined to endure. One craved the spotlight, the other shrank from it.

The elder, arrogant and ravenous, clawed her way toward supermodel stardom. When she met Arnav Singh Raizada, Delhi’s most dangerous bachelor, she saw a prize: wealth, power, and charm to bend to her will.

She schemed to trap him.

But she was blind to the truth—he saw her for what she was. While she gloated over his proposal, she didn’t see the predator behind his smile. She wasn’t the hunter.

She was the prey.

Everyone fell for her charade—everyone but Subhadra Malik, ASR’s grandmother, whose eyes missed nothing.

Then came the wedding day.

A storm brewed, unseen but inevitable.

A betrayal so precise, so merciless, it would sear itself into the nation’s headlines.

And at its core stood a man who didn’t choose love…

He chose revenge.

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Dipanwita86

21/09/21