❛Billionaire's Immortal Love❜

꧁ 𝐒𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖛𝖊𝖗𝐬𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ꧂

Hello friends, 

Here is the next part of this story, I hope you like it. 

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Not Proofread Yet. 

Forgive me for the unintentional mistakes and typos. 

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I will try to give some Arshi moments today as many of readers wanted Arshi. 

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Now let's get back to the Story. 

Read and Enjoy 

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 Continued from last chapter  : 

After giving Jenny the necessary instructions, Arnav went to spend some time with Khushi. However, when he didn't find anyone in the hall, he headed to their room instead. There, he found Khushi lost in front of the mirror, smiling softly at herself. He couldn't help but admire her beauty as she stood there, lost in her own thoughts. He approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her gently, which startled her at first. As she realised it was her husband, Khushi relaxed and leaned into him. Arnav rested his chin on her neck, causing her to shiver slightly and look down shyly. Smiling at her reaction, Arnav softly said in his husky voice, "Why are you looking down, my dear? Look up and tell me how we look together." Khushi blushed at his words and slowly looked up to meet his gaze in the mirror. They both looked like a perfect couple, and Khushi couldn't help but feel grateful for having Arnav as her husband. They shared a loving moment as they gazed into each other's eyes, basking in the warmth of their love. In that moment, nothing else mattered except for their love for each other. They were each other's everything, and they were grateful to have found each other in this vast world.

It had been some time since Arnav had noticed Khushi standing alone, lost in her thoughts. Curiosity getting the best of him, he finally asked her what was on her mind. However, Khushi, not ready to open up, simply shook her head and refused to share. Arnav's unexpected embrace caught her off guard as he pulled her closer to him, enveloping her in his warm back hug. With her head resting against his chest, Khushi couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and safety in his arms. Arnav's persistence led him to ask once again, “Now, please tell me what you were thinking about.” Though hesitant at first, Khushi couldn't deny the genuine concern and care in his voice. Slowly, she began to open up and share her thoughts with him, grateful for his unwavering support and understanding. 

Although Khushi felt a little hesitant at first, she could not deny the concern and care hidden in his voice. Gradually, she started opening up and sharing her thoughts with him. "Nothing much, Arnavji. I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have a husband like you and such a loving and supportive family. The mother whose love I was yearning for all my life—I never dreamt that I would get my mother in my mother-in-law. And Papa, what should I say about him? Although Babuji never made me feel the absence of my father, he always loved me, supported me, and protected me from his wife and daughter. I am alive today only because of his and my aunt's love, but after coming here, Papa has given me something else. I got to know how MY own father would have loved and pampered me if he were alive. Sometimes I wonder whether my own father would have been able to give the love that Papa has given me in such a short span of time. He loves me like Anjali and pampers me like his princess. Dadi loved me just like she loved all of you."

"And Anjali—she was always running behind me whenever she was home. She never left me alone. She loved me like her own sister. I never saw a glint of jealousy in her eyes, even for a moment, that Papa, Mama, and Dadi pampered me like her. And now I would also get my long-lost brother. I never dreamed that I would be blessed with so much happiness at the same time. That's why I feel…”. Her voice choked as, amidst all the happiness, Khushi couldn't shake off an unknown fear that something significant was about to happen. Overwhelmed by her emotions, she confided in Arnav, tears filling her eyes as she struggled to articulate her feelings. Despite her joy, there was a sense of foreboding that made her feel scared and uncertain of what the future held.