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The boardroom was drowning in silence—

until the door opened, and in walked the girl who once begged to be loved.

But she wasn't that girl anymore.

Now, she was a woman in a black saree.

Eyes lined with rage. Lips painted with poison.

And the moment Aryan Mehra looked up...

he forgot how to breathe.

"Saanvi..."

He whispered her name like a sin he never confessed.

She didn't flinch. Didn't blink.

"Mr. Mehra," she said coldly.

"I'm your new PR head. Not your past."

That one sentence was sharper than any slap.

His chest tightened.

She was the same woman...

whose body once curled into his every night,

whose moans once echoed in his sheets,

whose name he once ignored as she cried in the bathroom after he used her.

She was also the woman—

who gave up a part of her liver

to save his mother.

And then disappeared without a trace.

He married her out of guilt.

Divorced her when she finally went numb.

Now, she was back.

And this time?

"𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝔂... 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪.

𝓢𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓿𝓲 𝓚𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓸𝓻

is  back — not to fall.  She's here to

𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓷."

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