Saloni said goodbye to Ashutosh and walked into the college. She headed to her classroom and sat beside Ahana, who was looking at her with a mischievous smile, resting her chin on her hand.
Saloni (raising an eyebrow): Why are you smiling at me like that?
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All scenes depicted in this story are purely fictional. I do not intend to disrespect any place, community, traditions, or customs. Please take it as a piece of entertainment. Our main character is a man who absolutely hates love and women. Though he wears modern clothes, his thinking is anything but modern. On the other hand, our heroine is lively and innocent. She tears up even with a slightly raised voice or a scolding. That's because her father has given her all the freedom usually given to boys. He went against societal norms to ensure she received higher education. But will our heroine be able to live in a family that holds old-fashioned beliefs? Let's begin the story by taking the Lord's name... Shree Ganeshay Namah...
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Story of "Rudra Pratap Singh" and "Shreya" "Rudra Pratap Singh" business was spread across the country as well as abroad. Rudra Pratap Singh was very handsome, his eyes were blue in colour. Navya was getting married to Rudra Pratap Singh, she wanted to marry her boyfriend Vicky and runs away with him and tell "Shreya" to become the bride and Rudra Pratap Singh gets married to Shreya Let's see how they both fall for each other... Hope you enjoy reading!!🦋
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