• 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐬.
"Well, What can we expect from a match made in hell and a story started at a funeral?"
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• 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞.
A powerful business tycoon. A man, whose mere p...
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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝❗
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐢 𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚 -
I looked around, spotting each member of Chauhan in the crowd.
My eyes landed on Amrita Chauhan, clad in wine color long frock, she was, as always the looked like an epitome of innocence.
It always amuses me of how such naive and fragile girl even born in the chauhan's clan.
I looked at the man behind me, Abhay Singh Rathore, who was busy discussing something while secretly glancing at her direction.
I don't know how they made it to this far without getting caught. If my source was not as expert as she was, she wouldn't have found out about them as well.
I guess no one would suspect a love story between two rival families, but when it does get someone's attention then they are gonna have the best information to blackmail them.
Shaking my head, I looked at the Niveda Chauhan. No one can say she has three kids and a divorcée.
She looked quite younger than her age. Her smile and her aura screaming the confidence she carries. She is an independent woman who lives on her own terms. Of course it lead to her divorce since her husband couldn't handle an independent, more like feminist woman.
Men.
I shook my head and looked at Vinila Chauhan. As always she was busy showing off her diamond necklace and diamong studs she was wearing.
The women around her were looking at her with envy and jealousy while my eyes didn't miss the greed plastered on Vinila chauhan's face.
She can even drop on her knees infront of the world if one offers her the money and luxury she craves.
Two types of woman living in a same house. It must would be dramatic as fuck.
I then looked at Maheshwari Chauhan. She was talking to some of the girls. She was an elderly lady who doesn't know how to use her voice when it needed.
I really feel my insides burning when I see woman not standing up for themselves when one misbehaves. Like why does they wait for some unknown man, their knight in the shining armour types of guys to come and teach them to use their own voice for themselves.
I get it that it's romantic type of fairytale but in real world, no one gonna give you food if you don't ask for it. Sometimes you need to snatch it to survive.
No one knows it better than me.
Surviving in the cruel world where the men hide in the silent corners to pounce on a woman when she even shows the slightest of the vulnerability.
Shaking my head, I looked around. Expecting to spot the men of Chauhans and found none.
