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                  "Tera ishq mera fitoor    Tu jo bhi kahy banjaon main, chaya      Hai yun tera suroor, jis rang kahy                         Ram jaon main~

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"Tera ishq mera fitoor
Tu jo bhi kahy banjaon main, chaya
Hai yun tera suroor, jis rang kahy
Ram jaon main~

                  "Tera ishq mera fitoor    Tu jo bhi kahy banjaon main, chaya      Hai yun tera suroor, jis rang kahy                         Ram jaon main~

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Well, so the entire house is occupied today by dad and his wealthy friends, who are primarily social elites. Every parliament member of our country is here, including higher officials

My dad and my soon-to-be husband have cracked a big deal, and to celebrate this incredible achievement and to share this big, great news with the world, dad has organized a lavish party at his mansion.
It is difficult to understand them since they do as they please, so I have no idea why they did not plan this party at our mansion.

I was nearly lost in my thoughts but I slightly flinch at one of house butler's voice " ma'am your father is calling for you"

Placing my hand on my heart, I let out words from my mouth in a harsh breath
"oh gosh, you scared me stupid, dad would've killed you if I had died from heart attack because of you"

I head in their direction as I hear the butler apologize from behind, without responding back, I head straight up

As I take a step forward, my legs begin to shake slightly; I despise how much of an impact he has on me.
I put on my usual fake smile which i'm very expert in, as dad always wants me to be confident and representable way because spy reporters can be anywhere and I don't want to be a reason for dad being in negative headlines

I continue to walk until i reach beside dad,
Trying my best to facade a reaction of not being affected by the icy man sitting in front of my dad.

'But i think I'm not doing a good enough job of maintaining that posture.'

'Gosh! Why do I always have to embarrass myself in front of him?'

Dad pats onto the couch signaling g me to sit beside him. He might've sensed my discomfort, but who will now tell him that it's not because of the media outside but the dark soulless gaze which is nearly piercing my figure

𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 18+Where stories live. Discover now