Bride of Youngest Rajvanshi
Hug me and I'll be okay
The echoes of daddy ji’s fury still rang in my ears, and I stood there, unable to shake the heavyweight pressing on my chest. My mind was a whirlpool of unanswered questions.
Akant’s face—that look in his eyes—I couldn’t understand it.
He left abruptly, his footsteps hard and fast as he retreated to our bedroom, leaving a suffocating silence in his wake. My body trembled, my hands cold and unsteady. I wanted to follow him, but I knew—he needed space.
I stood rooted in place for a moment, watching the others. The tension in the room was unbearable. But there was something else gnawing at me—my husband.
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lonely with a broken heart💔☄️
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2025-02-11
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