Our Baby Boy

Our Baby Boy

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Neel singhania and digvijay singhania both have been married for more than 5 years to each other. They have everything money, fame, power, influence everything, what ever they want they can have it in minutes but still there is a void in their life. Malang Agarwal. A sweet,shy, introvert, quiet boy. Who wakes up with a new hope everyday. But his life had been quite hard on him. At present he is all by himself no family, no girlfriend, no friends nothing. Malang with a bag full of hope joins the prestigious university of movement and dance (MAD) in Delhi. And there he caught the eye of evils...........the singhania couple My discription is average not my story. So give it a shot readers. Choose me, pick me , love me 🌚 When the book will be finished I will edit and add english translations
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Two wandering stars colliding, suddenly hitched into the same orbit, bound for eternity. THE SINGHANIA SAGA Book-1 (A standalone) ༻❁༺ I didn't ask for a husband. He didn't want a wife. When I was pushed into an arranged marriage with Vihaan Singhania, who made it very clear he wanted to do nothing with me, I swore, I'd survive it. Keep my head high. And my heart out of it. Except staying out of his way was impossible when he was everywhere. At my midnight dinners. In my bedroom. In my head. Our deal was simple: no love, no feelings, no strings. But the closer I got to him, the more dangerous it became. Because in this game of power and pretense, someone would break. And I was terrified it was going to be me. ༻❁༺

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