❛Billionaire's Immortal Love❜

50. ƬӇЄ SƬƠƦM ƠƑ SЄƇƦЄƬS ƁƦЄƛƘS

Hey my lovely readers,

Here's the new chapter of Billionaire's Immortal Love! 💌

It isn't proofread yet, so forgive me for any typos, grammar slips, or silly mistakes. 🙈✨

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🎊 ✨ HALF-CENTURY CELEBRATION ALERT ✨ 🎊

Can you believe it, lovelies?! Billionaire's Immortal Love just hit 50 chapters! 🖤🔥
Fifty chapters of passion, pain, chaos, love, betrayal, and emotions that have made us all scream, cry, and fall in love with Arnav and Khushi all over again!

From sleepless nights of writing to your endless support in comments, votes, and messages - this milestone belongs to YOU as much as it does to me. 💋

Here's to every reader who stood by me through thick and thin, through updates, delays, drama, and cliffhangers. You guys made this story breathe. You made it alive.

So raise your virtual glasses, my dearies 🥂 -
To half a century of emotions, to the journey we built together, and to the madness still waiting to unfold!

💫 Thank you for staying, loving, and believing.
And remember - the story's fire is just getting hotter. 🔥

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Now, let's dive into the story,

Continued from the Last Part,

Sheetal Gupta ran frantically through Shantivan's rosewood-paneled hall, her silver saree tattered at the hem. Her disheveled state drew shocked gasps from the reception guests, their curious glances and the media's flashing cameras pinning her like a specimen under glass. Her heart pounded with devastation and fury as she stumbled toward Garima, who stood obliviously among the festive crowd, chatting with people, unaware of the storm crashing down.

Sheetal lunged forward, her eyes wild with tears of humiliation and rage, grabbing Garima's arm with desperate force that spun her around. Her voice, a choked scream, sliced through the festive murmur, "Mumma... Mummmaaa, yeh ASR kya keh raha tha? ['What was ASR saying?'] That... that I... I'm not Gupta? That I'm not Shashi Gupta's daughter, but... a baseborn? An illegitimate child? Why are you silent? Speak the hell up, Mumma! Tell me... tell me that it's a lie, right? Papa... Papa is my father, right? I... I..." Her words tumbled in a frantic torrent, her body trembling as she shook Garima, oblivious to the media's predatory lenses and the guests' stunned whispers.
Her devastation, a raw wound tearing her apart, screamed in her mind that her identity, her claim to ASR, her entire existence couldn't be a lie. Garima's face paled, her maroon saree clinging to her sweat-soaked frame as she stood frozen, her heart lurching with humiliated panic. Her mind reeled as she realized Arnav Singh Raizada had unearthed her deepest secret. How did ASR know? Her thoughts whirled with dread as every camera, once trained on the bride, now focused on her, their flashes piercing her dignity like daggers.

She glared at Sheetal, her voice a desperate hiss, "Sheetal, yeh kya badtameezi hai? Kya tamasha laga rakha hai? ['What drama are you creating, Sheetal? How could you even ask something so filthy to your mother?'] Koi bhi kuch bhi bolega, aur tum apni maa ke upar sawal khada kar dogi, huh? Aur woh Arnav hota kaun hai humare baare mein bolne wala?" ['And who is this Arnav to speak about us?'] Her attempt to control the damage faltered, her voice trembling as the crowd's murmurs grew louder.

A cold voice cut through, freezing both mother and daughter, "Really, Garima? Filthy accusations? Aur yeh bol rahi ho woh aurat jiske andar gandagi ke siwa kuch bhi nahi hai?" ['And this is coming from a woman who has nothing but filth inside her?']