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What happens when rage and obsession collide?
They both didn't want a marriage, but destiny isn't always planned, righ...
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𝐒 𝐇 𝐈 𝐕 𝐀 𝐀 𝐘
I had retreated from the world’s chaos to a secluded spot to cool down, but thoughts of our fight kept circling in my mind. Eventually, I found myself at a private bar, trying to drown my frustration in a glass, yet Raavi’s words replayed over and over.
Just as I slammed the glass down, my phone buzzed with yet another call from Papa. He’d already called fifteen times; clearly, he wasn’t about to let me hide away.
“Yes?” I answered, irritation seeping into my voice.
“I’m taking Raavi to a party tonight, and you’re coming too,” Papa’s voice was firm, like he was laying down a command.
“I don’t want to go. Raavi’s going to be there, and that girl too. I’m not up for it,” I protested.
Papa paused before saying, “What if this helps sort things out?”
I let out a resigned sigh, knowing he wouldn’t give up. “Alright, I’m coming. What’s she wearing?” I asked as I got into the car. “Black? Got it. I’ll be there.” I hung up, feeling a mixture of dread and determination.
When I arrived, the flashing cameras and reporters’ questions immediately met me. I put on my best fake smile, nodding and waving. But the questions quickly turned pointed.
“There’s news that you and Ms. Roy aren’t together anymore.”
“Sir, why didn’t you come with your fiancée?”
The irritation surged. “Look, you don’t—” I started when I felt a familiar hand slip through my arm.
Raavi stood beside me, her hand wrapped around mine, a graceful smile on her face as she looked toward the reporters without glancing at me. She wore a stunning black sequin saree, her hair perfectly styled, and for a moment, I forgot everything else. Her presence, elegant yet fierce, silenced everyone.
