Book 1 of 'Soul Series '
Raped woman
Rude Ceo × Sunshine girl
Revenge marriage
Marriage of convenience
Replaced groom
Traumatic past
She fell first, but he fell harder
Royal book
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Vanya Chaturvedi, a girl living a peaceful life, faced...
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I was sitting in the room, feeling a bit nervous about opening up to Rv Ji's family. What if they're not as talkative as I am? At that moment, I heard a lady's voice asking if she could come in. I turned around and saw Dadi and Aadarsh standing there.
"Arey, come in, Dadi! You don't need to ask for permission," I said, inviting them in. We all sat on the bed together.
Dadi clarified that she's not Dadi she is my bestie, but later, she said that I can still call her dadi . Then she brought up the topic of arranging my reception. I was taken aback by Aadarsh's comment about the honeymoon. Oh God, Rajveer ji's hormones are already a handful for me, and now the mention of a honeymoon! I couldn't help but express my hesitation to Dadi. "Dadi, I don't think a honeymoon is necessary," I said.
But then Dadi asked me why I felt that way. "Oye, why? Don't you like my Rajveer?" she asked. Oh, Kanha ji, it's not about whether I like Rajveer or not. I trust him and do like him, but the idea of a honeymoon feels overwhelming.
So, I told Dadi, " I would consider it after the reception, but first, I want to get to know Rajveer ji better I mean unhe koi objection hua toh!!"
Aadarsh chimed in and said, " Bhai wouldn't have any objections."
He even mentioned that tomorrow is my reception! It all happened so fast. I felt a mix of emotions, excitement, and a bit of nervousness. But I'm ready to embrace this new chapter in my life and see where it takes me.
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"Where's that file, huh?" I asked my manager, frustration evident in my voice.
She calmly replied, "Sir, it's right there in your table's drawer." With a mix of relief and curiosity, I opened the drawer and retrieved the file. But as I did, something unexpected caught my eye—a letter nestled among the papers. My mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts as I saw my own picture on the envelope. Who could have sent this? With trembling hands, I carefully opened the letter, my heart pounding in anticipation.
