❝ SHE IS MY EVERYTHING, AND WITHOUT HER, I'M NOTHING AND NO MATTER HOW BIG THE WAVES GET OR HOW FAR THE TIDES TAKE US, I KNOW THAT WE WILL ALWAYS FIND OUR WAY BACK TO EACH OTHER❞
Ranveer Rajvansh, a man of power and wealth,
Had it all, except his hi...
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"Fuck you Ranveer Rajvansh Anaya uttered and kicked a nearby stone with her legs. in frustration and it had landed on the hood of the expensive car. She felt her hands start to shake as she realized what she had done. "Fuck my life," she muttered under her breath as she took a step closer to the car.
Anaya's heart raced as she heard the sound of a car approaching. She saw a white Mercedes parked a few feet away from her. She felt a sense of frustration washing over her as she saw the expensive car.
As the door of the car opened, Anaya closed her eyes, not wanting to see the person who was about to step out. She heard footsteps and then a voice, and she slowly opened her eyes. She saw a woman slowly getting out of the car, making a dynamic entrance. She couldn't't help but stare at her, feeling a sense of awe at how beautiful and confident she looked.
The woman was wearing a white blazer that looked expensive, Her dark brown hair frames her face in soft waves, Her features were delicate and refined, with a small nose and full lips that are perfectly painted. Her light skin and delicate features might stand out in contrast to the darker skin tones and more prominent features of many Indian women.
She didn't look Indian. Her well-maintained appearance made her look younger than her age, which was likely in her forties. She had a timeless beauty to her that was hard to place, but it was clear that she took care of herself.
But it's not just her physical appearance that makes her beautiful. There's a lightness to her spirit that shines, from her infectious smile to her effortless grace.
She walked towards Anaya, and she couldn't help but stare at her, feeling a sense of admiration
She continued to stare at her and And then, as the woman got closer and she stared at her eyes. They were a shade darker than Ranveer's, and realization dawned on her and. she recalled her face as something familiar from the women she saw on the front page of the magazine.
Elsie Davis Rajvansh
Wife of Karan Veer Rajvansh Interior designer ER company.
And now she was standing in front of one of the top interior designers of the country. She looked at her blue eyes scanning her and then they stopped at the face.
"Do you have any idea what you've done?" she asked, her voice laced with anger. Anaya took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice shaking slightly.
"l didn't mean to hit your car. I was just frustrated and not paying attention." Elsie Rajvansh looked at her for a few more seconds before nodding her head. let it go this time,
Her voice slightly softer. "But be more careful in the future." Anaya nodded her head, feeling relieved that the encounter had ended without any further drama.
