LOGIN" ๐ป๐ ๐'๐ฅ ๐ก๐ฆ๐ค๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ค ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ฅ, ๐จ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ช ๐๐ฆ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ " โโโโเผบโกเผปโโโโ ๐ฅ๐ผ๐ผ๐ต๐ถ ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ฑ๐ฎ๐น A well known Choreographer and sole girl of Jindal Family who broke the chase of government job. She follow her passion and built herself from Scratch. Butโ Possession ask Sacrifice. She sacrifice her sanity for her dream. เผบโกเผป ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ท ๐ฆ๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ถ๐ฎ Single father and CEO of Singhania Industry. but above thatโ Yuvraj of Jaisalmer. A royalty since birth. Born with a silver spoon yetโ Had his worst betrayal of life and never move on. โโโโเผบโกเผปโโโโ He fell first and Harder. Cold CEO ร Numb Girl Possesive Female protagonist Dominant Male Protagonist โโโโเผบโกเผปโโโโ " He healed something which he never broke " " She stood when she didn't have to "
View MoreโฆโขโโโฟI can buy clothes for others, but not mineโฟโโโขโฆ ๐ฅ๐ผ๐ผ๐ต๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ผ๐ Iโm done," I sighed heavily, stepping out of the trial room like a soldier returning from war. "We have ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต started! Youโve barely ๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ ten dresses yet!" Preet exclaimed dramatically, resting her hands on her hips. "Where is the fashionista energy, huh?" "Shopping can be tiring. I second that," Pari said, nodding in agreement like a tired judge. I nodded too, fixing my top and pulling my jeans up properly. "See? Someone understands me." "At least tell us what you even want," Preet complained, flipping through hangers with exaggerated disappointment. "Shopping with no aim is uselessโutterly useless." She held up two different dresses, waving them in my face like I was supposed to have an instant revelation. I scrunched my nose and shook my head. "How about Indo-Western?" Pari chimed in, showing us some really pretty pictures on her phone. I nodded immediately, but Preet shook her head so fast, I
โฆโขโโโฟ Some people wants to stand for you, But they bleed more in silence. โฟโโโขโฆ ๐ฅ๐ผ๐ผ๐ต๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ผ๐ Apurna's Family has left now and I hate that they have now left because right nowโ It sucks sitting in front of your whole family and they have the same question for you ' ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ? ' My father had that judging face for me but his silence was thicker and it suffocates me to death. While My mother frowned, scratching her right palm. It's her thinking habit every time she does that she thinks hard and hardest. My sister kept blabbering how she is not interested in not giving her Lavender Saree to me for the one of function. Meanwhile, Ayush sat on the ground leaning on the couch munching chips as if watching a daily soap opera. Veins in my head throb painfully. I rub my forefinger between my brows, Trying to ease the pain. " Why do you not have any clothes to wear for a wedding? What about that Peach Sarara and that Navy Blue gown? " M
โฆโขโโโฟ If it's hard, It's life โฟโโโขโฆ ๐ฅ๐ผ๐ผ๐ต๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ผ๐ It's been a few weeks since the hot event that happened between me and my father. I got an earful from my mother and in the next three days, everyone forgot about it. Today was hectic, I had to do some new Chorus for the Upcoming Dance performance of the Film Fare Event. Teaching a celebrity could be hard and if that person is none other than Karan Johar. It's a tragedy. I don't understand why that guy doesn't stop at his Tea with Karan show. I mean, He is the worst Dancer if you ask me. Not because he dances worse; Cause he has so many excuses. Like seriously. Change this, Change thatโand his ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด . It looks like someone pooped on his face . How can a person manage to give such horrible expressions. And on last Film Fare that guy said to Vicky Kaushal that he is not a good dancer. Not a Good Dancer!!! That guy is killing his profession so far, So good. I stopped in front of my house, I took a
โฆโขโโโฟSome wounds cannot seen, But feel โฟโโโขโฆ ๐ฅ๐ผ๐ผ๐ต๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ผ๐ It's already past the Evening. 7 PM at night. I stood outside my house, I know what is already waiting for me. I took a deep breathe and press the door bell. My heart thumped ever so loudly in my chest that I would heard it in my ear, felt it in my bones. Door swing open revealing my younger Brother. ๐๐๐๐๐ต He quickly went inside, I remove my shoes and put them in shoe rack walking in living room. There I saw, My father sitting on couch like he own the world, like world revolves around him, his words. I walk past him, I triedโ " Stop, Right. There " His voice freeze the air in house, Thick layer of tension spread like a cold bedsheet in room. His voice was loud, Pitchy and moreover pissed. I halted at my steps, I look back calmly when I am not. Ayush stay on Dinning table, Chittra is out of her room. Mom stay in kitchen, her hand rolling the belan so nonchalantly as if her ear doesn't twitch so violently






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