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Niharika Verma is a stunning semi-classical dancer who wants nothing more than to travel the world, but the shackles of her dreadful past keep her grounded. On the other end, Asia's well-known businessman and CEO of Ra...
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Chapter 42 and 43 is now available on scrollstack. ( ID : sunshine66.stck.me)
(I previously shared several reels of the four-year leap, but I have since changed it to a two-year leap.)
Two years Later :-
A woman wandering around a whole penthouse looking for someone is dressed simply in a white chikankari kurti and wide-leg jeans. However, it appears that she was unable to locate that priceless item or individual.
She passes by the kitchen, the hallway, the balcony, and at last she appears in front of a door.
She grabbed the doorknob and pushed it open, going inside the room. She noticed a man dressed for work sitting on a couch there.
Once inside, she resumed her haphazard searching. Her gaze fell upon the white shirt lying on the bed, though.
She held that shirt and noticed smears of lipstick. Tears sparkled in her eyes. She turned to face the man seated on the couch, holding that shirt in her fist. " Where did this come from?" She inquired while displaying the shirt.
He parted his lips to say something, then shut them again. When she saw this, she erupted in rage.
A sweet voice calls out to her from behind before she can say anything more.
She pivoted and proceeded in the direction of the window. A one half year old child suddenly appears behind the curtains and points to the shirt, saying, "Mamma....Me........"
When Disha heard this voice, her heart melted.
She approached the child and made him take a stand in front of her.
The child is a boy, but his hairs reach his shoulders. He had a charming smile on his lips and was dressed in a lovely sky blue and white dress. fat cheeks and a penchant for large eyes, much like Disha. Saliva from his own mouth coats his lips.
Meet Dakshit Shaurya Khanna
Disha glanced at Shaurya after looking at him.
"Aww...my daughter are you plotting your father's murder with the assistance of your mother?" Shaurya, cradling the infant boy in his arms, questioned.
"Making him wear frocks will not transform him into a girl." She chastised him for forcing their son to wear dresses.
" He have to wear frocks until we complete the process of his sister." Shaurya gave a naughty reply.
"No, he is enough for us!" Disha smiled endearingly at her son in response.
"Come on, sweetie, let us go. Mama will give you a quick shower. because I have to work on a big case today." Disha took him out of Shaurya's arms and turned away, leaving him alone.
