❛Billionaire's Immortal Love❜

47. ƬӇЄ SƬƠƦM ƁЄƝЄƛƬӇ ƬӇЄ ƓԼƠƜ

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This story was very close to me... after such a long gap, finally sharing it with you felt almost like returning home. Thank you for walking beside me on this journey.
It wasn't proofread yet, so forgive me for any typos, grammar slips, or silly mistakes. 🙈✨

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THE D-DAY, RAIZADA MANSION

The grand wedding reception of Arnav Singh Raizada and Khushi Kumari Gupta transformed Shantivan's luxurious mansion into a shimmering palace, aglow under golden chandeliers. Marble halls echoed with the rustle of expensive silks and the murmur of elite guests, amplifying the event's opulence. The Raizada Mansion, renowned for its grandeur, pulsed with heightened magnificence, drawing every news channel's attention. Yet, beneath the festive glow, an unease simmered, poised to erupt. Despite flashing cameras capturing the spectacle, a sinister undercurrent lurked, threatening to mar the joyous occasion. As the evening unfolded, secrets would unravel, and tensions would surge, rendering this fairytale wedding far from perfect.

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While Shantivan's hall shimmered beneath cascading golden chandeliers, its marble floors reflecting the vibrant swirl of lehengas and sherwanis, the elite guests buzzed with anticipation for Arnav and Khushi's wedding reception. At the threshold, a darker storm brewed.

Sheetal Gupta and Garima stood frozen, their hearts pounding with a toxic maelstrom of shock and humiliation as the Raizadas swept past with Shashi Gupta and Madhumati Mishra, offering only a perfunctory nod-a cold, dismissive gesture that sliced through their pride like a jagged blade.

Garima's face burned a furious crimson, her fists clenched so tightly her nails drew blood. Her mind churned with betrayal, reliving Subhadra Raizada's disdainful snub. The elder woman's regal silk saree swished past without a glance, as if Garima and her daughter were mere stains on the family's pristine legacy. The insult ignited a firestorm of resentment in Garima's chest, her every breath a ragged gasp as she seethed at Subhadra's audacity-that imperious matriarch who dared treat them as insignificant. Her inner turmoil blazed, a molten inferno screaming for retribution against the Raizadas who humiliated her and her daughter.