𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝖝 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐢 𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚
𝐇𝐢𝐦~ "𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮"
𝐇𝐞𝐫~ "𝐈.. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭..... "
Abhimaan Singh Rathore rules Rajasthan. As king and CEO of ASR Corp Ltd, his name...
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The moment had come for Paridhi's bidai. Her face showed no emotion, and her eyes were empty as she looked at her family.
Then her mother wrapped her arms around her, acting like she was really sad, and started to cry loudly.
Paridhi gently pulled away and said,
"Now we don’t have any family left."
Her voice was calm but strong, and her words surprised everyone.
She walked toward the car where Abhimaan was waiting. As she got closer, a guard opened the door for her, and she gave him a small smile.
Paridhi sat down next to Abhimaan. Just as the guard was about to shut the door, Abhimaan said coldly, making him shiver.
"Go."
The guard nodded and left, leaving the two of them alone. Paridhi looked at Abhimaan, confused.
Then he suddenly got out of the car, walked around to her side, and gently picked up the dupatta from her lehenga, which had been dragging on the ground.
He carefully put it in her lap before going back to his seat. His face was empty, like it always was. The whole thing shocked everyone. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
Unbelievable!
Yashvi punched Shivansh in the arm, and he let out a loud yelp.
"What the heck are you doing, Yashu?" he said.
"Shiv, was that really Bhaisa?" Yashvi asked, looking shocked.
Shivansh rubbed his arm and still seemed stunned.
"I can't believe it myself either."
Meanwhile, Maithili whispered something to her husband, Abhimanyu, as they watched from a distance.
"Look at them, Abhimanyu. Paridhi is a gift. For the first time, I see real feelings in Abhi's eyes."
Abhimanyu nodded, a soft smile on his face.
"Yeah, Maithili. She really is."
As the car pulled away, Paridhi looked back at her family for the last time.
Her mom’s fake tears, her dad’s calm expression, and her brother’s encouraging looks stayed with her.
She knew everything would change, but she also felt a strange kind of freedom.
Then Abhimaan pressed a button, and a wall went up between their seats and the driver.
He reached out, took Paridhi's hand, and gave it a comforting squeeze, which left her surprised.
When he saw her face, Abhimaan wanted to pinch her cheeks but stopped himself.
He spoke more gently, knowing she was sensitive and might start crying if he talked too loudly or in a harsh way.
