The Mafia's Mysterious Heiress
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"where is she? " he asked in nothing but calm voice as soon as he stepped in.
" Talking about another women, on our wedding night isn't something right to do Mr.singhania" I whispered lifting my veil
Enjoying the way his eyes turned cold seeing my face
" like what you see , afterall we are same aren't we? " I said walking towards him in unhurried steps
" you too wanted her for this face " i whispered in his ear
when he grapped my neck , pushing me towards the wall , his eyes looking blood red as his nails peirch my skin.
marking the start of our wedding in red.
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Sameera rathore , born and breed princess of rathore family , she lacks nothing yet everything , she is a girl who makes everyone kneel .
Vansh singhania , a man who was born to rule , what happens when they clash .
unaware to the fate that unit them , their past is interwined so is the future.
when Vansh's new wife turns out to be Sameera instead of his love and to make matter worse sameera is the girl his brother loves.
In a game of fate , hate , blood, betrayal, and power
CAN THE RIGHT PERSON GIVE YOU RIGHT LOVE AT WRONG TIME....?
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