AMRITA…..
I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white, my heart pounding with a mix of rage and panic. I’d been calling Aaisha for the past two hours, and her phone was still switched off. My chest burned with every unanswered call. And then I found out—the bastard, Arjun Singhania, barged into Dr. Harsh’s house, dragged her out like some damn caveman, all because he misunderstood the situation. Misunderstood? What the hell is there to misunderstand?!





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