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"It's been more than two years." She speaks again. This time she looks up at me still with her head on my shoulder and we lock our eyes.
"Oh, has it? When's our anniversary again?" I joke smiling at her. She lets out a giggle and breaks the eye contact. She picks our hand and focuses on the ring.
"I'm too attached to this thing right here."
"I'm glad you like it so much."
"It will hurt to let this go."
"Then don't, never let this go"
"I can't." I'm trying to process and I see a drop fall on my hand. She's crying. I've never seen her cry.
"Vritika, what's wro-"
"Vihaan" She cuts me off and she lifts her head up, her hand still holding mine, tears falling out of her eyes as she continues, "Let's get a divorce."
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Vritika Raichand, an independent woman living in the US gets into this situation where she has to either leave her career or get married to a random man.
That random man is Vihaan Oberoi, a lawyer but why does he agree to marry Vritika?
Read this story to find out more.
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Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction purely meant for entertainment purposes. I know some things won't be accurate here but then again it's fiction. Please treat it as one. The pictures used aren't mine. Credits to the owner.
Thank you