Bride of Youngest Rajvanshi
Greek God.
Shivaay sat in his sleek office, flipping through various files, but the papers blurred in front of his eyes. His mind was preoccupied with everything that had happened earlier that day—Rupali's cold ignorance, the heated argument between Akant and his father. The tension in the air had only added to his frustration.
He took a deep, almost angry sip of his black coffee, the bitter taste matching the sourness in his mood. As he exhaled, trying to refocus, his PA walked in, offering a brief but important update.
Shivaay's PA
Sir, someone is here to meet you!
Shivaay's PA
*Informed politely*
Shivaay didn't look up, barely registering the words. His mind was still spinning, still burdened by the day's events. But as the door to his office opened, and Shanaya and Zara entered, something in the air shifted.
Shanaya, who had entered with a purpose, found herself momentarily stunned by the aura that surrounded him. Despite his cold silence, the power in his presence was undeniable. It wasn't his appearance that captured her attention—his unspoken charm was magnetic, something that made it hard for anyone in the room to tear their eyes away from him.
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lonely with a broken heart💔☄️
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2025-02-11
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