𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #1
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Shivanya Gupta is a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve. Always going above and beyond to help others, she loves deeply and s...
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The snitch has done everything the right way but he has left a trail along the path.
Every news till date has been released on the same news site including this information about Raichand-Rajputh scandal 18 years ago.
My father is in under police custody. I have bailed him through my lawyers because no matter what he is my father. He didn't do any wrong in this funding impropriety.
The only mistake he did was to threaten Pramod in accepting his thievery. Because of it Papa not only lost his daughter but also what he thought was more important than her.
His reputation.
I am on my way to "The Enquirer" news channel head office. This particular media has been releasing all my private confidential news until today.
I didn't consider this option at first but now it has occurred more than once to be a coincidence.
It's nearly night when I barge into their office without an appointment.
The director Umesh Roy is sitting in his seat going through a file. He looks up suddenly and recognition flashes in his face.
"Vihaan Rajputh. To what do I owe the pleasure." He says with a smug smile concealing his surprise behind a courteous smile.
"Perhaps you should take acting classes rather than running a media firm." I say suggestively because I don't believe his act. At all.
"I thought you had no humour sense. Good good. Have a seat." He says pointing at a chair opposite him.
"I don't have time to have conversations with you. I need some information." I say without giving into his sly manipulations.
Shivanya must be waiting at home alone.
"What makes you think, I'll tell you what you need?" He asks resting his back to the seat looking so satisfied at him having the upper hand.
