Shivansh Raghuvanshi x Isha Maheshwari
"I don't believe in this shit, do not accept anything from me, i don't have time to waste no this shit called love, you have time u can say no. "
"YOU ARE MINE GET THIS IN YOUR BRAIN
YOU ARE FUVKING MINE JAAN...
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Author's POV
Isha stormed out of Shivansh's cabin, her heart pounding with frustration and anger. She had endured enough of his arrogance for one day, and the cold, emotionless tone he used to dismiss her felt like the final straw. "I need air," she muttered under her breath, walking briskly toward the exit of the office building.
As she reached the main doors, she noticed a group of reporters and media personnel gathered outside. Before she could comprehend what was happening, a barrage of camera flashes blinded her, and dozens of microphones were shoved toward her face.
“Miss Isha! Are you dating Mr. Raghuvanshi?”
“Is this why you were spotted in his office today?”
“How long have you been seeing him?”
“Is your family aware of your relationship with the King of Jaipur?”
“Are the wedding bells ringing soon?”
“Miss Isha, is this a love story that started in secret?”
“Are you moving to Jaipur after marriage?”
Isha’s eyes widened in shock. Her throat felt dry, and she stepped back, trying to escape the invasive questioning. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stammered, raising her hand to block the cameras.
“Miss Isha, are you and the King of Jaipur in love?”
“Why hasn’t the palace issued a statement yet?”
“Were you seen with him during his recent visit to Delhi?”
But the media didn’t stop.
“Is it true that Mr. Raghuvanshi is grooming you to be the next queen?”
“Why hasn’t this relationship been made public yet? Are you hiding something?”
“Did Shivansh’s family approve of this relationship?”
“Is this love or a political alliance?”
“I said I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Isha exclaimed, her voice breaking with frustration. She turned to leave, but the crowd of reporters swarmed her from all sides.
Inside the building, Shivansh stood near the large glass windows of his office, observing the chaos below with a dark, unreadable expression. His younger cousin and best friend, stood beside him, frowning.
