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She was so shocked that she could only say, "Devyansh? Shivali? This... this all???" Devyansh lowered his gaze and, holding the hand of the girl standing next to him, said, "We... we got married. Shivali and I love each other, and Shivali is going to be the mother of my child." Not only had her husband married someone else today, but he was also about to become a father. This meant... this meant he must have been deceiving her for an unknown amount of time, while she foolishly believed that her husband loved her. "What? What do you mean?", Trishvika asked, shocked. Devyansh said, "I didn't want to spend my entire life with a woman who couldn't even give me a child in two years." "And what about me? My life, my decisions?", Trishvika questioned. Devyansh, sitting comfortably on the sofa, said, "Divorce papers. Sign these divorce papers and leave, Ashvi!" Hearing this, whatever little emotions were left inside Trishvika died instantly, and all the second thoughts she had while signing the divorce papers vanished. Without any emotion, she signed the papers and threw them at Devyansh, saying, "I don't need your money or your name anymore. I'm leaving now, but I will come back, Devyansh Rana! To take revenge for the injustice done to me. I will come back to destroy you. Just wait for that day." And then, without looking at anyone, she walked towards the door.
๐๐ก๐๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐. ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐ฟ ๐ฐ๐๐๐๐๐ โโโโโฑโโฐโโโโ "She slipped again." Ikshit tossed the folder onto her table. His voice was low, tight. "Atasha Rabari. Left the safehouse minutes before we reached. Almost like... someone warned her." Piya didn't flinch. She poured him coffee with a calm he didn't question. "Maybe she's lucky," she said. He stepped closer. "No. It's not luck. She moves like someone's guiding her." A beat. "Or protecting her." Her phone buzzed in her pocket - one vibration. Atasha was safe. Piya looked up at him. His eyes were on her - sharp, searching. "Then maybe you need to stop thinking like a cop..." She smiled softly. "...and start thinking like a woman who has nothing left to lose." Their eyes locked. Long. Quiet. Dangerous. Ikshit stepped closer - invading her space. Testing something he couldn't name. "And what kind of woman are you, Piya?" His voice dropped to a murmur. She didn't back away. "The kind who hides the truth behind a kiss," she whispered, kissing him. And when he kissed her - hard, desperate, confused. She was kissing him back. Knowing full well... He was chasing her best friend. While falling in love with the enemy.
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๐๐ก๐๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ. ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐ โโโโโ โโ โโ โ โโโโโ "Chirag! I don't want you to marry me for any reason. Because I am going to die soon. I have only one year to live. So it is better if you don't marry me and ruin your life." Anahita was sitting with Chirag in his office. She said to Chirag. Chirag, "If you are about to die, then this marriage will be perfect for us. I also don't want to ruin a life by marrying someone in this condition." "Huh? What did you say?" "I said, marry me, Anahita!" "But why? What do you want from me?", Anahita asked. Chirag said with an expressionless, emotionless face, "Marry me and fulfill Dadi's wish. Anyway, you are going to die within a year, so neither I nor you will have any problem."
๐ ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐๐จ๐๐ฌ๐ง'๐ญ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐๐ญ๐. ๐ต๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โโโโโ โโ โโ โ โโโโโ "Dad! I.. I got married," Maanvi bowed her head down and said to her father. Maanvi was standing right in front of him, wearing a red saree and red chuda in her hands. Mangalsutra around the neck and red colored vermilion in the hairline were giving proof of her marriage. Tadak...! A loud slapping sound rang out. On hearing about Maanvi's marriage, Anand ji slapped her. Shailesh ji, "Whom? Whom have you married? Are you conscious or not Maanvi? You got engaged to my son Abhimaan in front of the whole world. How can you get married suddenly without informing us? Do you care at all about our respect?" Maanvi, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bedi! But I had no choice. If I told you, would you all have allowed me to get married?" Abhimaan came forward and gritted his teeth and said, "After all, whom have you married? Who's that bastard?" Then a voice came from behind Maanvi, "I'm that bastard." Anand ji said with Shocking expressions, "Who are you?" Shailesh ji said in the middle, "Niโฆ Niskarshโฆ! You?" There was no trace of fear on Niskarsh's face. There was no visible wrinkle on his face. He spoke in style, "Yeah Dad! Me, Niskarsh Bedi. I'm back." On seeing the Niskarsh, hatred for him started appearing on Abhimaan's face. He said angrily, "Niskarsh! You... you married my future wife? How dare you?"
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