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Sometimes women love more.
"Duniya jab kismat se takrana seekhti,
Tab maine kismat ke saamne jukna seekha tha.
Shayad kismat mein unse ishq nahi lekin unka intezaar likha tha.,"
(When the world learnt on how to fi...
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*RANVIJAY'S POV*:-
I thought my sufferings had finally come to an end.
But I guess fate loves to play with me these days. It's tossing me around like a juggle ball, making me face all the hardships at once.
As if the stalker's presence around Nishtha and Nani Sa's mischiefs of banning me weren't enough, I now had received the 2nd set of freshly printed divorce papers.
It was harsh afternoon when I came to the office, hoping to investigate more about the stalker in peace. But the world was conspiring against me, when I reached here the divorce papers were already kept on the desk. The brown covering masking the vile intentions of the paper.
At one look, I knew who had sent them.
I heaved a heavy breath as I read the heading again.
I didn't read any further.
What was the use to even read them and get more stressful when they were anyways going to be burned to ashes ?
My fingers tightened on the corner of the papers and they wrinkled at the ends, every cell of my body screamed in agony at the sight of those papers.
"Siri ! Call Dragon Queen !," I uttered, enough for my phone's AI to hear and dial a call for me.
Swifting the phone in my hand, I put it close to my ear. My patience reducing with every other second.
"Boliye Chhote Viraj.," (Talk Viraj Jr.)
The same irritating nickname. She has started to use it more often now that Nishtha has left me.
"Aree kaha kho gaye Chhote Viraj, boliye kaise yaad kiya ?," (Are you lost Viraj Jr, how did you remember this old Grandma ?)
My eyes shut in frustration and my fingers crumbled the papers together, tighter.
"Nani sa-,"
"By the way, I heard that there was a loud and dramatic revealation took place in the Rajput Mansion.," her tone dripping with mockery and I could picture her smirk on the other end of the phone.
I itched to return the mockery back but I was at the receiving end right now.
A wrong step and I would be further away from Nishtha.
"Nani Sa, I need to go to-,"
Her chuckle ceased my words again, making me groan in frustration.
"And I also heard that you have some legal papers sent by her. Is she demanding some property ?-,"
