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She said, her eyes still pinned to the papers. “I am very sorry. This publication was on the verge of bankruptcy last year. My wife demanded huge alimony that made a hole in my pocket. Your books saved me and this publication, but I failed to help you when you needed it the most,” Warren said, his eyes hinting helplessness, remembering the past. “But I am glad you failed to help me,” She smiled and Warren looked confused, “That’s how I got my husband!” “Oh, yes! I wanted to know how the girl from the small city in India got married to the heartthrob of London,” Warren chuckled. “How did you guys met?”

" Wait!! Well... She is my... Wife. " " WHAT ???? Are you mad?? " " No, but getting there very soon. " " Mohit, I am not in the mood for riddles." " She is Srusti Mohit Paul. My wife already." " How?? When did you get married ?? Why didn't you tell us?? Manu is your best friend, you didn't even tell her. "

Jean despaired. “I never stopped coming here, this place has the best Indian food, you remember?” Naveen answered. “I didn’t expect to meet you here.” “What’s happening here?” Jean asked angrily. “Forgive my manners,” Naveen said. “I’m Naveen Patel.” “Jean Chibesa,” Jean extended his arm.“How do you know my fiance?” He asked inquiringly. “Jean!” Erica yelled.

Siddarth give him a look and raised the card " what's the meaning of this card ? " "Sorry , I didn't know that she is your girl for tonight. Don't get offended I was only asking her whether she is interested in modelling ? " He said it casually. Nivi began to feel Siddarth hand getting tightly gripping on her waist. He pressed on her curve hard making her flinch and feel a sudden rush of pain. Nivi gulped a lump from throat and looked at Siddarth with her fearful eyes. " For your kind information she is my wife Mrs Nivedita Siddarth Singh Khurana. " Said Siddarth. For a second there was complete silence. That guy was taken back a little after hearing her sur name.

"Wait. That Travis Osborne? That CEO that was featured in Worbes or something?" "Mom, it's Forbes," Naveena said between bites of her food. "Yes. That Travis Osborne. He's my loving husband." "Oh honey. I missed your wedding. I'm so sorry," she said, her eyes welling up with tears. "Mom, don't cry. I'm sure you have an explanation for everything, and I and Travis—my husband—haven't exactly had a wedding. So we have time to plan that." "Oh. What do you mean you haven't yet had a wedding? Does that mean you're not married? Why didn't he give you a wedding?" She looked down at her stomach. "Are you or were you?"

That woman said her name was NISHA SURYANARAYAN and She was the wife of GAUTAM Suryanarayana. Gautam SuryaNarayan was none other than the same man with whom Anvrita secretly got married and carried his child. Anvrita's world shattered at the revelation that her husband was already married and had a kid. His wife came to know about his affair and came here just to threaten Anvrita to leave her husband otherwise she would kill her.

" Wait!! Well... She is my... Wife. " " WHAT ???? Are you mad?? " " No, but getting there very soon. " " Mohit, I am not in the mood for riddles." " She is Srusti Mohit Paul. My wife already." " How?? When did you get married ?? Why didn't you tell us?? Manu is your best friend, you didn't even tell her. "

Tanvi inhaled his intoxicating cologne as if it is her oxygen to survive, and she left. ... Tanvi is busy discussing her upcoming works with famous designers at the Westin Mumbai. She is advancing in her establishment at a quick, efficient, and accurate pace with her hard work, while her alluring husband is backing her. Many people don't know whom Mr. Ishaan Rudra Chauhan had married. Because the couple decided not to announce their marriage in public as he is a famous business tycoon, things will escalate, and her every move will be under media and public scrutiny.

That late evening, Soft gleam of yellow scintillating lights fell on the pristine face of Saanvi standing among the mass of guests, influential and opulent, busy conversing among themselves and relishing the falling night, the moon shining a little red, today. They, specially the elderly ladies were deeply indulged in gossiping about some rumours flying around the corner regarding the newly engaged fiancee of Advik, a famous model and television host, Neha Sharma, the only daughter of a renowned business man, Sandeep Sharma and his wife, Meena Sharma, a lawyer by profession.

“I am good, man, you are married to Ms Kings, or now it clicks. Creed king. I never knew you were the son of the famous businessman.” “How do you know my wife though?” “Baby, let’s go home.” Athena said from her sleep and she faced the other side of the car. “She is my business partner.” “You are the Jethro Of Jethro Corporation?” “Yes, I am.” “Good to see you man. I am sorry for the loss of your father,”