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"You sure about that, Miss Vani?" Mr. Li's voice was steady and authoritative as he fixed a penetrating gaze on her. The air between them was charged with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. "Because after this, we'll be entering an arrangement that could fundamentally change our relationship."
Vani felt a flutter of excitement in her chest. "Of course, Mr. Li, I'm ready. But please, make it quick. I have to leave for my shoot soon." She remained blissfully unaware that in just a few moments, her life was about to take an unexpected turn.
"As you wish," he replied, his tone now smoother as he picked up the pen and signed the papers with a swift, decisive motion. He then signaled to his secretary, who immediately set to work arranging a tray adorned with a selection of elegant rings.
Holding up one of the rings, Vani's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "This one?" she asked, admiring the delicate craftsmanship.
With a gentle yet firm touch, Mr. Li took her hand, his fingers deftly sliding the ring onto her finger. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she looked up at him, her expression filled with questions.
After placing the ring on her, Mr. Li leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear, and whispered in Chinese, "Gōngxǐ wǒmen jiéhūnle." [Congratulations, now we are married.]
"Huh?" Vani's brow furrowed in confusion, the foreign words slipping past her comprehension.
.... Indian Actress X Chinese Businessman......
trope: Forbidden love 💕
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Series
Eternal Curse
9 parts- 3 parts
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SCENT OF FLAME
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