Bride of Youngest Rajvanshi
Hidden Enemy
In an almost dark room, the faint glow of a single lamp cast eerie shadows across the space. The air was thick with silence, heavy with something unspoken yet deadly.
A lone figure sat on a luxurious couch, their posture relaxed yet exuding an unsettling intensity. Their gaze was fixed on the wall ahead—covered with framed pictures of the Rajvansh family.
But amidst the sea of familiar faces, one stood out. Prem Rajvansh.
A red circle surrounded his image, bold and deliberate—marked, as if chosen.
The person’s fingers drummed slowly against the armrest, eyes gleaming with something dark. Obsession. Revenge. Fate.
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lalahhh
so shivani will take revenge
2025-02-20
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