𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑶𝒇 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒆

•𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹-30•

Clearing my throat

Toh mujhe kuch batana hai. I just noticed that we are going to have 100K views. And from the last few chapters, I am getting 190+ views, and I am so thankful for it. It's incredible to see the growing number of people engaging with our content. Their support and interest motivated me to write more. Lekin, please aap sab old chapters mein bhi vote kardo pleasshh. 

It takes less than a second to hit the star icon. I am not setting any targets or anything, but I will be really grateful if you all spend a few minutes and vote on those chapters as well. Your votes and engagement in the older chapters will not only show your support for my work but also help attract new readers to discover the story. Every vote counts and means a lot to me. Thank you in advance for taking the time to do so! At least let's make it reach 170+ in every chapter.

 Let's put an end to my rambling and start the chapter. I appreciate your time and support, and I hope you enjoy the upcoming content. 

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दीवाना हूँ तेरा मुझे इंकार तो नही,
कैसे मैं कह दूँ मुझे प्यार नही,
कुछ शरारत तो तेरी निगाहों की भी थी,
मैं अकेला इसका गुनहगार तो नही।

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AVIRAJ SINGH RATHORE'S POV

I proceeded to the office and took a seat. My mood had soured after listening to my dad, so I called Zaid and asked him to call off all of our meetings. I asked Zaid to reschedule my meeting when he arrived at the office, and he assured me that he would handle it since he had received a call from Adarsh earlier. If he had not been there, what would have happened to me if he hadn't been there? to me?

I simply place my head on a chair and close my eyes. I just don't want to go to a place where I have a lot of bad memories. I never looked back after moving here and restarting my life. Mom and Dad invited me to go every year, but I never went there for years because of the immense suffering and loss I had inside that house. And since I've forgotten everything, I'm not making any plans either. Once upon a time, it was my home, but now it's just a palace filled with memories of givers and cheaters, good times and bad, love and betrayal. Anxiety crept into my body as the old memories began to flash before my eyes.

My mind and body began to unwind as a hand began to stroke my hair. When I opened my eyes, the love of my life was stroking my hair while grinning gorgeously. Khushi smiled more broadly when she noticed me staring at her. She always makes me feel at ease, and something changes in my heart every time she smiles. She is wearing a brown saree and looks stunning, so I turn my chair to face her. With her head tilted towards me, she placed her hands on the arm of my chair and inquired.

"What happened to you, old man? This cranky early in the morning"

"Stop calling me that." I said, rolling my eyes, 'I wonder why she calls me that all the time.

She grinned innocently, not understanding what I was talking about, but she said, "Call you what, old man." I chuckled and replied, 

"Exactly; that's what I'm talking about. You always call me 'old man'." She shrugged playfully and said, "Well, you do act like one sometimes."

"At just 28 years old, I'm not old." I stressed my age when I said that, since she shouldn't refer to me as elderly.

"You are nearly a half-decade older than me; you are old." She said this while focusing her entire attention on the previous half-decade and attempting to persuade me.