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" It's all just a perfect illusion," she said as she stared at the long, rectangular shaped mirror with oak frame.
She swallowed her saliva as her image looked back with red eyes, smudged lower eyed lids, a thin black mixed tear stained down her cheeks. She touched her neckpiece as she eyed the shimmery cream lengha were teared apart, showing half of her thigh. A small sobbed escaped from her lips as she covered her mouth with her hands. The beautiful intricate mehendi design that she fawned over just hours ago felt like snakes slithering on her hand.
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Chara a woman with a complicated past adopted unofficially into the Das family.
Raghav the spoilt current heir of the South Indian Tamil Superstar's legacy.
Joined in a forced union, Raghav has to navigate her past, his spoilt ex girlfriends, the family's legacy and most importantly capture her heart.
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