Bride of Youngest Rajvanshi
Blood rage
Inside the grand office of Prem Rajvansh, the air was thick with tension. The dim glow of the chandelier above cast sharp shadows, amplifying the storm brewing in the room.
Prem sat on his leather chair, his fingers tapping impatiently against the desk, his sharp eyes locked onto the man standing before him—Vedanth. Unlike the usual arrogance in the office, today, the atmosphere was deadly silent. Vedanth stood tall, his face cold and unreadable, as if unfazed by the fury burning in Prem’s gaze.
A stack of papers flew through the air, hitting Vedanth square in the face before scattering across the floor.
Prem Rajvanshi
YE KYA HAI?!
WHAT IS THIS?!
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lalahhh
u will die I wish u do
2025-02-20
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