"Am I hurting you Mishti? Does it hurt?"
He whispered against her lips and dug his nails deep into her waist by tightly clutching her close to him. She hissed in pain but her eyes never him thinking deeply about him and how a person change this much...
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Anjana wandered through the grocery store, lost in thought as she compared prices and crossed the tick on her list. Suddenly, a loud whisper echoed through the aisle, "Look, it's her! The one who's been seen with Mr. Rajvansh!"
She turned, confused, as more whispers grew into a chorus of accusatory murmurs. "She's the one who's been sneaking into his chambers at night!" "She's the reason for his failed marriage!" "Home-wrecker!"
Anjana's eyes widened as the crowd closed in, their faces twisted in anger. "How could you do this to his wife?" someone shouted. "You're a shameless woman!"
Pebbles and crumpled papers began to fly towards her, as if the crowd thought she was a public enemy. Anjana stumbled backward, her heart pounding with terror. What was happening? Why were they saying these things?
A store employee rushed forward, trying to shield her from the mob. "Please, folks, calm down! Let her shop in peace,she's our customer!"
But the crowd wouldn't relent. "We won't let her get away with this!" someone yelled. Anjana's face burned with shame and confusion. She had no idea what they were talking about. Hriday was her husband, not her lover!
As the employee escorted her out of the store through back door, Anjana caught a glimpse of a tabloid headline: "Rajvansh Royal's Secret Affair: The Woman Behind the Scandal." Her heart sank. How did it come to this?
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Hriday's eyes narrowed as his assistant, Saha, burst into the meeting room, looking frazzled. "Sir, I'm so sorry to interrupt, but there's an emergency."
Hriday's gaze snapped to him. "What is it?"
Saha hesitated before speaking in a low tone, "It's about Ma...Ma'am. There's been an incident at the grocery store. Media, public attacked her, accusing her of being your mis...mistress."
Hriday's face darkened, his grip on the armrest tightening. "What?"
He handed him a tabloid, the same headline screaming at him: "Rajvansh Royal's Secret Affair: The Woman Behind the Scandal."
Hriday's eyes scanned the article, his anger boiling over. How dare they? Anjana was his wife, not his mistress!
He slammed his fist on the table, making the other meeting attendees jump. "This is ridiculous! I need to see my wife, now."
Saha nodded, already on his phone. "I'll arrange for a car to take you to her immediately, Sir."
Hriday's mind raced with thoughts of Anjana's safety and the damage this scandal could cause. He had to protect her, and he had to do it now.
