JUNOON-E-MOHABBAT
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"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying I can step into that hall. I can tell the families that I will take the responsibility. I can tell the world that the marriage is still happening-just with the Mirza brother who actually deserves you." He leaned in closer, his lips near her ear. "Everything can go back to being normal. The alliance stays. The reputation is saved. Your father won't have to hang his head in shame."
"In exchange for what?" she breathed, the air in the room suddenly feeling very thin.
What happens when Two childhood bestfriends gets in tangled in marriage vows??
Would she be able to accept him as her husband after knowing his betrayal and obsession??
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