Truly Mine: Mrs. Rajput

Truly Mine: Mrs. Rajput

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Per adultiCompleta mer, mar 6, 20245h 26m

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This story revolves around the life of Abhimanyu Rajput and Ahana Malhotra. Just some sneak peaks from the story...... •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "Marne se pehle yeh akhri iccha hai meri, puri nhi karegi?" (This is my last wish before death, won't you fulfill this?) "Please Dad, don't say like that. Aap jisse bologe main usi se shaadi kar lungi, but please" (I will marry who ever you will ask me to) ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "I can never forgive you Bhai, never ever." "Ahu listen to me, trust me he's best for you" "I trusted you Bhai, but not anymore " •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "You never try to understand me, isn't it? you're still my boss, you can never ever be the person I wanted you to be" "Then f*cking tell me what you want! how am I suppose to know if you won't share it?" Abhimanyu banged his hand on the table. "Do you have your time to listen to me, Mr Rajput?" "You are my priority Mrs Rajput. Just speak once, I assure you won't regret! And it's my promise". •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Dive into the story to know more.... Ahana Malhotra X Abhimanyu Rajput 🧿🧿 Started: Sept 17, 2023 Completed: Jan 27,

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