Silent, respected, powerful were those words which could describe the appearance of Arjun Singhania.
An eminent tycoon whose name was mentioned every time in Real time Billionaire.
A perfect tailored suit compelled him to mask stoic expression, own...
Firstly, let me express my sincere gratitude for taking a look at this book. •
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• Kindly, Note that before you pass any kind of judgment, this is my first-ever story and as you read this story, please keep in mind that this is my first-ever writing attempt. English is not my native language, and I'm still finding my voice. This entire story is a product of my imagination and all names, characters, places, and events are purely fictional. •
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• Since English is not my first language, there will be a lot of ups and downs and grammatical errors so I would truly appreciate it if you could correct me or suggest some better ideas because as a writer, I believe that readers are essential to the writing process and an author's growth relies heavily on readers' feedback. •
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• Votes and comments are always going to be greatly appreciated from my heart because I've poured out my entire heart in writing each and every word of this first ever story of mine ♡ •
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• And most importantly it's not the typical cold arranged marriage story- where women are treated insensitively, as if they're somehow responsible for their husband's heart-wrenching past. They're NOT, It's disturbing to see male leads in other stories treat their wives like dirt, as if their past traumas justify their present day cruelty on their wives or has given them the license to treat her like a shit- Let's be clear: treating your wife miserly is a choice, a decision made by yourself, not a byproduct of your past experiences because she has nothing to do with what has happened before she came in your life- Every single woman atleast deserves RESPECT! (Bare minimum)- treating your wife like a maid only to later 'upgrade' her to queen status once you've developed feelings for her? No- please and if you're expecting where the female lead dramatically faints in the drawing room, shattered by the male lead's harsh words or where their love is tragically torn apart by the meddling of third person then tell me would the love I've so painstakingly woven between these two hearts be reduced to nothing more than a distant memory if they were to separate by misunderstandings? Would their bond, forged in the depths of passion and devotion, crumble beneath the weight of third person's intervention? No! For true lovers are not fragile, faint-hearted souls - they are fighters and they do not yield; they do not break. They rise up, together and defy the darkness that tries to swallow their bond.
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