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One night, as they sat together in the study, surrounded by files and papers, Arman reached for Ayesha’s hand. “Do you ever regret marrying into this family?” he asked, his voice low. Ayesha looked at him, her heart swelling with love. “Never,” she said. “You’re my home, Arman. No matter what happens, we face it together.” Arman smiled, pulling her into a gentle embrace. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmured. “Yes, you do,” Ayesha whispered. Days later, they uncovered a shocking connection: Aditya Malhotra had been tied to one of the properties acquired by Dhiren Shah. Records showed he had tried to block the deal, accusing the Shah family of unethical practices.

Just like that, tears came streaming down my cheeks. "There's so much I never told you," I choked out. I went on, "I spent two years trying to win Declan over. However, once we were together, I found out he was in love with someone else. "Her name is Beatrice Porter, and she's his first love. All those years, I'd never seen her. I kept thinking maybe I still had a chance. "Then, one day, I was cleaning up his study and accidentally knocked over a wooden sculpture on his desk. He shoved me away and told me I wasn't allowed in there anymore. That was when I noticed the name 'Beatrice' carved into the base."

he said, his tone firm yet soft. The morning stretched on, sunlight spilling across the balcony as they remained side by side, the world bustling below unaware of the profound quiet between them. Here, in the stillness, Aruna and Leonard had discovered a love that was no longer defined by contracts, revenge, or past scars. It was a love that was patient, steady, and unbreakable — a mature love, grounded in trust, understanding, and a shared history that made every small gesture meaningful. > “We’ve come a long way,” Aruna whispered. > “And yet… it feels like we’re just beginning.”

Every ray of hope which she clung to feeling that he truly loved her shattered completely. "But,” He exhaled, "She rejected my love.” Her chest did the double flip thingy. "She should be a jerk then.” Kensington exhaled inwardly and turned her gaze. She let out a breath of relief. "So what do I do now?” Alejandro chipped in and he turned the ignition on. The car glided slowly down the road. Kensington was tempted to ask who the lady was. She was literally sitting at the edge of her seat with that one question settling at the tip of her tongue.

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He said with a smile but atlast Saying this a tear came out from his eyes but he immediately wiped it . " Ohh so where we were I was going to tell you the story hmm ." Saying this he changed the topic but I nodded as I didn't want to see him sad . " So there is nothing interesting in my story , it's just like a normal bollywood movie in which there is a poor boy and a rich dad's princess .He smiled and I smiled back as it was sounding interesting . " So the story starts from a cafe and for it let's go 25 years back ." and with these words the story starts .

He said and I got more shocked "The girl in that portrait is you only Rajkumari, that's our previous birth. The boy you saw that's me. I wasn't sure about it until I saw your mark and the same dream you talked about. We both are made for each other Rajkumari. Our story is very old and long. From birth to birth we have changed our outer look but our story and love is pure. You see a boy with the girl in that portrait in a temple getting married and then someone stabbed the girl isn't it? "he asked and I stood shocked

Oden jumps off his throne, his face reddens and his eyes narrowing as if to catch Malia's words. " Who might this maiden be?" oden asked. His voice fierce, and his tone spelling out inevitable tragedy. " Malia described her to be the maiden who shares a room with my cousin, Janelle." Vanessa replied. " Guards!" Oden roared, he needed to deal with a traitor. ******** The king raised up his hands and in a moment the harps and cymbals seized their melody, the clinging plates became foams, the gibberish words of drunk men vanished alongside the seducing laughter of whores.

Bhima uncle stops speaking when he notices who is sitting beside me. I look beside me to see Teju bua standing up with tears and longing in her eyes. Love can be clearly seen in her eyes. I follow her line of vision and see that she is looking at Bhima uncle. And he has the same emotion in his eyes. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Don't tell me Bhima uncle never got married because he was in love with someone and that someone is my new bua. Oh god. Then I notice that I can't hear anyone talking. Have I gone deaf?