Chapter-10

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𝑀𝑢𝑗ℎ𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑎𝑙𝑇𝑢 𝑦𝑎𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑀𝑒𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑢𝑗ℎ𝑒𝑏ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑖

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𝑀𝑢𝑗ℎ𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑎𝑙
𝑇𝑢 𝑦𝑎𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎
𝑀𝑒𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑢𝑗ℎ𝑒
𝑏ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑖.


"but mam he is telling nothing"

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"but mam he is telling nothing". one of my man said.

"kill him burn his body i don't care i need the fucking information who's man is this". i said.

I noticed that someone was following ayaan when we were together in Jaipur my bodyguard told me so i kidnapped that guy that was following us but he is not opening his mouth.

I want to know who's man he is. And why was he following ayaan. i know ayaan is Hiding something from me but did he forget that
"I AM THE MAYA SINGHANI".

"Give me the gun" i said to my bodyguard.

I put that gun on his chest. he was yelling in pain my man's tortured him alot but still this fucker is not even telling us a single word.

"I am giving you last chance are you telling or not". i said to him.

"I don't kn.......". he was going to complete it but i shooted him because i know what he was going to say.

"burn his body and if anyone calls you from my family asking about me then say that i was with my friend got it". i said to bodyguard and he nodded.

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"Mam Mr. Malhotra is here to meet you". my assistant said.
Now i am back to office after completing my that work. but why is ayaan here to meet me.

"Yes send him to my cabin". i said to my assistant.

Someone knocked my cabin's door i don't Said anything because i know the person knocking the door was ayaan. after some seconds he entered my cabin looking handsome as always but something was new he was holding a rose bouquet in his hands.

"Take a picture jaan it long lasts". he said.

"why should i take a picture when i already have that person forever." i said looking in to his eyes.

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