"𝐓𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞"
Because this is where love fades and hate resides and intensifies, broken hearts give rise to the most devastating storie...
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The days passed so quickly, yesterday I was with my family and now I am sitting in his private jet beside him.
Yesterday we enjoyed ourselves a lot, Diya Di came for the first time after her marriage, she looked eternal in that look. Red silky saree, nuptial chain vermillion, and the red bangles in her hands.
Evil eyes off, Thu Thu Thu🧿🧿🧿
I wanted to stay there with her but couldn't as everyone forced me to go with him, Tauji was on my team but the majority won.
I looked at Vidyut as soon as the plane's wheels touched down on the tarmac, but he was fiddling with his tab. Excitedly, I peered out the window. I've never traveled overseas before. It is absurd that I have never traveled overseas because my father would never let me.
He never left me by myself because he was worried that I would reveal his wrongdoings.
It was finally New York that we reached, the city of red phone booths, afternoon tea, and double-decker buses. Here, the air had a distinct scent that blended history and excitement.
He was calling my name as we entered the deserted airport terminal; we had arrived at his private land by his private plane.
"How rich is this man!"
The assistants tried to grab the bags from Vidyut, but he refused. He always completes tasks by himself. Vidyut set his backpack correctly and took mine.
Is he acting? Whatever
While we were in town for his business meeting, Vidyut informed me throughout the lengthy 14-hour drive that we were also here for his partnership with Forbes Fashion.
In an effort to keep our true relationship a secret, he has also indicated that we should act like a charming couple.
It's not like we have a connection; we just detest each other.
We are indeed in town for Fashion Week.
"Good evening sir, I am here to pick you two up" There was a voice, so we turned to see a woman in her mid-20s smiling broadly, sporting a cap and casual running clothes.
