ππ¨π¨π€ π π¨π πππ¬π’π«π π¬ππ«π’ππ¬ ππ§π ππ‘π«π¨π§π’ππ₯π π¬ππ«π’ππ¬ β’ β’ β’ β’ β’ β’ β’ β’ β’ β’ β’ β’ β’ β’ β’ β’ ππππ«ππ§π¬π‘ π± ππ‘ππ‘ππ "I think Chahat and Veer should talk in private," Parvati ji suggested. Urmilla ji nodded, asking Chahat to take him to the terrace. The moment they were alone, Veeransh spoke - straight, emotionless. "I'll come to the point. I have no interest in marriage. I'm agreeing only for Dadi. Don't expect anything beyond respect and loyalty." Chahat's eyes hardened. "What if I say no? Actually... I am saying no. It was nice meeting you for the last time, Mr. Raghuvanshi." She turned to leave. Just as her hand reached the door, her phone buzzed - an unknown number. She ignored it. "Dekh lo," Veer's voice came from behind, edged with a faint smirk. "Might be important." Something in his tone made her open it. A video. Her breath stopped. She staggered back in shock - straight into him. Veeransh leaned down, close to her ear. His breath brushed her neck, sending a cold shiver down her spine. "A yes from your side... or a yes from mine," he whispered, voice low and dangerous. "Choice is yours."
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