Treasure Her
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Hi. I am Nidhi.
Simply put my life is something every girl desires to have.
Amazing Job.
Doting mother in law and brother in law. The Most Loving Husband. People around me say that I am the luckiest girl and what more can I ever ask for.
But what if I say I do have a lot of questions to ask my Husband and family.
Why does my husband skip answering some questions?
Why my mother in law responds to me only with a smile even when I did any mistakes?
Why my brother in law talks in philosophical sentences which are always out of my reach?
So come join my journey and see through my story.
And if possible help me in finding out secrets about my husband.
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Dr. Aasha is happy now, many people come to her daily, but her first case is not yet well. Infact there is something about this Roy family that is not normal. However, Aasha will find out the TRUTH. ...................................................................... As I was about to go, she clenched my fist with an utterly cold hand next to ice, as if lifeless and said, "Please don't tell anyone that you came here, Sameer's treatment should be kept a secret, don't worry your fees will reach your account every month on time." I assured her and turned to go when she asked, "Sorry, I forgot asking, what is your name?" "Aasha" ...................................................................... I am Dr. Aasha Goyel, a self-independent woman. A psychiatrist, this is the story of the first case I got in Vishakhapatnam, but I have to keep it a secret. There are so many questions that are hovering my mind as I venture forth to find the TRUTH. Will I be able to solve this case? Or will this be the last case of my career?
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