An arrange marriage story between a CEO and sweet middle class girl
ABHIMAAN RAJVANSH
CEO of rajvansh and industries
28 year old and most eligebal bachlor
rude arrogent man also an underworld mafia
AENA MISHRA
22 year old sweet girl live...
Isha walked into Aena’s room and froze when she saw her best friend curled up in the corner, her face buried in her hands, shoulders trembling with every sob. Panic filled her as she rushed to Aena’s side, kneeling beside her.
“Aena, what happened? Why are you crying?” Isha asked, her voice tight with concern.
“M-my parents… they’re getting me married to a man I don’t even know,” Aena stammered through her tears. “I don’t even know his name, Isha!”
Isha’s lips curled into a small, mischievous smile. “Aww… my baby, stop crying. I know everything about him.”
Aena’s tear-streaked face shot up in surprise. “W-what? How do you know?” she asked, her wide, questioning eyes locked on her best friend.
“Well,” Isha began, leaning in conspiratorially, “I overheard your mom talking to your dad. And guess what? His name is Abhimaan Rajvansh.” She paused for dramatic effect before grinning. “He’s super famous and super handsome. Wait, let me show you his picture!”
Before Aena could respond, Isha whipped out her phone, her fingers moving swiftly as she searched online. Within seconds, the screen lit up with a photo of a man who looked like he had stepped straight out of a movie. Sharp jawline, piercing eyes, and a confidence that radiated from his every feature.
Both girls froze, stunned.
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~ His pic ~
Oh. My. God.” Isha broke the silence, her voice tinged with awe. “He’s so… hot.”
Aena’s breath hitched as she stared at the picture, her heart pounding in her chest. “This… this is him?” she whispered. For a moment, all her worries melted away as her gaze lingered on the screen. She couldn’t believe this man was going to be her husband. Mine, a voice echoed in her mind. Only mine.
“You are so lucky,” Isha teased, breaking Aena’s trance. Aena looked up, only to see her best friend grinning at her.
“Stop it, Isha!” Aena shot her a half-hearted glare, but the blush creeping onto her cheeks betrayed her.
Isha laughed, loving every moment of teasing her. “Babe, come on! Look at him. Hone wala jiju is a total dreamboat!” she teased, nudging Aena.
Aena groaned, but a small smile tugged at her lips. Despite everything, she felt a little lighter. The laughter they shared lifted some of the weight off her chest. Maybe, just maybe, this marriage wouldn’t be as terrifying as she thoug
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