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On the day of Priya and Roshan's wedding, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement and festivity. But amidst the joyous celebrations, there was a storm brewing in Aarya's heart. Locked in her room by her cruel stepmother, Aarya felt like a prisoner in her own home. Desperate to clear her name, she dialed Rohan, hoping he would believe her side of the story.
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"Rohan, please listen to me. It was Priya who drugged me, not the other way around," Aarya pleaded, tears welling in her eyes.
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But Rohan's voice was cold and unforgiving over the phone. A heated argument ensued, with Rohan refusing to believe Aarya's words. Heartbroken and betrayed, Aarya sobbed in her room, feeling utterly alone in her fight for truth.
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Amidst the chaos, a glimmer of hope appeared unexpectedly in the form of Aahan, the unexpected ally. Surprised by his unwavering support, Aarya's spirits lifted slightly.
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As the house remained empty, everyone engrossed in the wedding celebrations, Aarya stealthily escaped her confinement. Dressed and ready, she made her way down using a rope and headed towards her bike, seeking solace in a long drive to clear her thoughts.
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The city lights blurred past her as Aarya rode aimlessly, the music in her ears providing a soothing backdrop to her swirling emotions. Lost in her thoughts, her phone suddenly rang, interrupting the solitude of the night.
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"Where are you?" Aahan's voice cut through the darkness.
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"On a long drive," Aarya replied, her voice tinged with exhaustion.
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"Current location?" Aahan inquired urgently.
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"Xxxxx road," Aarya responded, the quiet determination evident in her tone.
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"I'm coming. Wait there," Aahan's words were filled with promise and support as he hung up the call.
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Aahan pov......
"You're fired," Aahan's voice echoed in the corner office, as his employee, with a look of disbelief, tried to reason, "But sir..."
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"I SAID YOU'RE FIRED. Now, leave from here," Aahan's tone brooked no argument as he flung a file to the ground. Tears welled up in the employee's eyes as he scurried out of the office, crestfallen.
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Five minutes later, Aahan's personal assistant timidly knocked on the door and entered his office. "Sir," the PA started cautiously.
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"I'm not in the mood to talk," Aahan snapped, his frustration evident.
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