"he was her dark fairytale,and she was his twisted fantasy"
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This is psychopathic Romance novel which is mix of office rom-com+marriage Romance. it doesn't contain cheating and any type of assualt.
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Tell me, butterfly...
Hello twilies , this is your author charmi first of all thank you so much to the readers for their lovely comments🥹. its really helped me a lot and yeah sorry for making you all wait for the next chapter.Now i am good mentally and i wrote this chapter , Hope you all will like it keep supporting me with your love and i will give you my best stories🫶✨.
With this i learned one thing that you can't make everyone happy what matters the most is making yourself happy first and yeah one of my reader commented it would be not fair to those readers who have supported me if i discontinue this book and yes then i realise there are the readers who have supported those 9 comments from your side are the love and i am really glad to have readers like you.
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"Veeransh, how can you be so irresponsible? Why weren't you at the party? Is it not important to you?" Amar Singhania, Veeransh's father, demanded harshly. His tone was rude and his anger palpable. Veeransh stood stiffly, glaring at him with a face flushed from anger, sweat beading on his forehead. His veins were bulging from his neck, a visible sign of the rage he struggled to control.
The tension in the air was suffocating. Veeransh's anger was a living, breathing entity, simmering just beneath the surface and threatening to explode. His father's presence stirred a visceral reaction within him-his jaw tightened, fists clenched, and his entire body felt like it was on the verge of combustion. His heart pounded, not from fear, but from the sheer force of emotions he had been bottling up for years.
Samaira stood beside Veeransh, biting her lip as she took in the scene. A woman in her mid-thirties, standing apart from Amar, had tears streaming down her face. Beside her were Armaan and Dhriti, who were nervous and frightened by the escalating situation.
"Armaan, take Dhriti to another room right now," Veeransh commanded in a calm voice, trying to protect them from the confrontation he knew was about to reach its peak. He could feel his anger bubbling just beneath the surface, his fists clenched tightly and his chest heaving with the intensity of his emotions.
Memories of abandonment, betrayal, and pain flooded his mind, each one adding fuel to his rage. He struggled to keep his voice steady, but the bitterness was evident in every word. His father's presence was a stark reminder of everything Veeransh despised-of the man who was the root cause of his suffering and darkness.
Veeransh hated this confrontation; he never wanted to face it. But despite all his efforts to shield himself, life had dragged him back to the source of his pain. The man who was the reason for his misery stood before him.
"But Bhai..." Armaan began meekly, only to be met with a furious glare from Veeransh, who, with his bloodshot eyes, silenced him into compliance.
"Veeransh, I asked you something!" Amar's voice was raised, teeth gritted, his anger simmering just like his son's.
