𝄞𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊-1 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒𝄞
Welcome to His Belonging Love -
A story of innocent beginnings, painful goodbyes, and the kind of love that never truly fades.
Abhimaanyu Singh Rathore is the eldest son of Rajasthan's royal Rathore family. Po...
Meri khwaahish tu, meri hasrat tu Aseen tere utte marde ne, mannde nahin kyun? Hun te roz tainuchaahundejaande Tere husn 'te marde aseen roz Ki kariye, sajjna, bol? (Sajjna)
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After a brief emotional moment, my friends consoled me, fully aware of the incident but refraining from judgment.
" If Rona dhona is done, then we have to go for our works remember"
Trisha reminded me.
I glanced at the clock; it was 10 am.
" Fuck I got late "
I muttered, searching for my phone and bag.
Valeria gently stopped me, saying,
" Sisso relax.. you forget that you own the company it's okay ".
She hugged me, bringing a smile to my face.
I opened my arms for Trisha and Noor, who giggled and joined our group hug.
After some chit-chat, we all left for our respective workplaces.
Valeria, a businesswoman who took over her father's enterprise, became like a sister to me during our college days, helping me through many challenges.
Trisha joined us after school.
For three months, she didn't speak to me until I confided in her about the incident that made me lose everything I loved.
After many disputes with her family, she pursued modeling, leveraging her beauty and aura.
Noor and I, sharing the same dream, worked hard to establish our fashion company.
"Roohi, you head to the company; I have a meeting with the AR LTD manager.
Hope we secure the deal," Noor's voice broke my thoughts.
