Samjhota #2

Samjhota #2

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Revenge laced with love flows in blood especially when it tore the heart into shards. Vaani Singhania, hid who her husband was but what she had done in the past tormented her soul every moment but when a weak instant came that forced her to do something, she never desired to. her heart loved someone else but she never realised that love was something else that she has just begun to feel. Shaurya Singhania, a billionaire whose relationships infused bitterness in him. His heart was already wounded but what his wife did, deepened every wound but a smile on his face and revenge flaming in his eyes for every moment he suffered, for every deception the heart tore apart, he knew how to play his game, because this time no one will be spared. She returned but a motive lives in her killer eyes, of whom everyone remains unaware. She wished for him and something he has but whoever touched him, she would literally kill her, whether it's his wife or anyone else. Secrets hidden within those four walls of heart, wedding that was in a severe storm. Though built on a compromise but when truth comes in front will she survive or will he? because only one might survive?
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