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With all due respect, ma'am, may I ask why you're not designing for the fashion show yourself? Given your esteemed reputation as one of the most successful fashion designers in the country.

Amrita's smile softens at Ishani's inquiry, appreciating her curiosity. Thank you for your kind words, Ishani but bacche The reason I'm not designing this time is because I'm assisting my son in organizing the fashion show. Additionally, I recently underwent a medical procedure, and according to the doctor's orders, I need to refrain from designing for at least six months due to some nerve issues in my hands.

Ishani listens attentively, nodding in understanding. I see, ma'am. I understand completely.

Their conversation continues, filled with mutual respect and understanding as they collaborate to ensure the success of the fashion show.

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Ishani, having finalized the details for the fashion show with Amrita, returns to her hotel in the evening.

She informs her family about the extended stay in Udaipur, despite Vansh's initial reluctance, he eventually agrees.

Later, after dinner, Ishani decides to take a stroll around the vicinity of her hotel.

Locking her room and clutching her mobile phone, she heads downstairs to the lobby.

Approaching the reception desk, she inquires about nearby places to explore.

There are a few parks and cafes nearby, ma'am. Would you like me to provide you with a map?

Ishani declines the offer, thanking the receptionist, and steps out of the hotel.

As she walks, she immerses herself in the tranquil surroundings, enjoying the cool evening breeze.

After strolling for about an hour and a half, Ishani decides to head back to the hotel.

Suddenly, a black BMW speeds past her, narrowly missing her.

Startled, Ishani's instinctive reaction is to shout at the reckless driver. Bastard! Learn to drive properly!

To her surprise, the car screeches to a halt a few meters ahead. Ishani's heart races with adrenaline, but she stands her ground, ready to confront whoever emerges from the car.

With a fierce stance and steely determination, she braces herself for whatever may come.

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Yashvardhan's knuckles were white against the steering wheel, his fury bubbling beneath the surface as he navigated the streets.

The betrayal in his business deal had ignited a fire within him, and he was determined to quench it with revenge.

As he sped down the road, his mind consumed with thoughts of retribution, a voice pierced through the cacophony of his anger.

Bastard, learn to drive properly!

The words hit Yashvardhan like a slap in the face, stoking the flames of his rage even higher.

With a screech of tires, he brought the car to a sudden halt, his hands trembling with fury as he flung open the door.

Stepping out onto the pavement, his eyes scanned the area for the source of the insult.

And then he saw her.