Radhe Radhe readers💙🦚✨,

Note:-The song used in the chapter isn't mine. Credit goes to the creators.
Song:-I love you
Film:- Bodyguard

Author

Upon the announcement, the hall erupted with gasps, followed by the rapid clicking of cameras. Journalists exchanged wide-eyed glances, already crafting tomorrow's headlines in their minds. The sight of the engagement ring on Meher's finger was enough to send shockwaves through the room. While the others gossiped among their colleagues, their gaze not leaving the diamond ring that had just gave them the most heated news of their lives.

Photographers scrambled for the best angles, their shutters firing in rapid succession, desperate not to miss a single frame of this rare glimpse into the fiercely private businesswoman's personal life. The Businesswoman of the Year, typically guarded and untouchable, had just given them the scoop of the decade-and no one wanted to let it slip away.

The hall buzzed with murmurs, punctuated by the rapid-fire clicks of camera shutters, while Meher's expression remained stoic, her emotionless facade unshaken-a presence that still sent chills down spines.

The media, caught up in hushed gossip, exchanged astonished glances, but in their fixation on the moment, they overlooked the most priceless reactions of the evening: those of the Singhanias. Their stunned silence, far more telling than any headline, was the real story unfolding in the shadows.

Shresth's clenched fists unballed themselves as his previous fury exchanged itself with the approaching astounding. His hands dropping by his side while his gaze remained fixed on his stepsister's tanned hand. The ring finger captured by the source of his shock. He gulped hard as the news finally registered itself in his conscience.
His furrowed eyebrows, startled stance was priceless to be watched from afar.

"Aisa nhi ho skta" His words even surprised him as they left his lips. No matter what, he had trusted the stranger girl enough to not take sucha step without letting them know. Heck! She was Meher, the same girl who would just bow her head at their every order or decision even after knowing the consequences she will pay for obeying them.

How could she take such a decision of their lives without asking them? They were the ones who fed her, groomed her and paid for her every necessities yet his anger enraged upon the ungratefulness of the girl. After destroying everything, his happy family, his happy home the least she could do was to obey them.

Aaryaman and Daksh who sat beside their youngest brother, turned their heads towards him jolting themselves out from their own state of daze. They gave each other a glance, the sharing the same enragement towards the news they had just heard. The eye conversation gave away their unsaid resentment towards their step sister.

They sat froze in their seats, eyes locked on the gleaming diamond ring that perfectly captured Meher's right ring finger. Perfect size symbolizing the perfect relationship Meher had tied herself into. Her lips drawn into a thin line, void of any passion that should come with news, though contrasted the halo of the announcement yet the brother's knew their stepsister well enough to fall prey into her unwavering impassive mood.

Aaryaman's brow furrowed, his jaw tightening as he tried to mask the wave of emotions crashing over him-confusion, disbelief, and an unfamiliar pang of something close to resentment. His sister, the one who had vanished without a trace, was now standing before the world with a life none of them knew existed. Another unfamiliar emotion hit him hard, igniting the fury in him, something so unfamiliar for him either ignore or even comprehend.

He chose to remain speechless, his words not finding their way up from his spirit to his throat. The numerous unwanted sentiments, still visible on the horizons of his resenting hazel orbs. His heart dwelling past through the sentiments of his heart as the remaining compassion towards their mother's killer died in the depths of his resentment.

Daksh, on the other hand, couldn't hide his shock easily. His usually composed face faltered for a moment, his eyes narrowing in disbelief as he stared at the ring. The memories of the naive Meher, he remembered, reflecting themselves back. He didn't even remember when the girl who had spent almost her whole childhood with them, changed so much in the span of few years. She wasn't the same, and he didn't expected that.

Till now he hoped to find atleast a point in the stranger girl so that he could pity her like the older times he did to his unloved younger sister. Yet the false hope shattered again. A slight scoff escaped his lips, as if to mock the absurdity of it all.

He glanced sideways at Aaryaman, silently searching for some explanation, some shared understanding, but found none. The questions burned in both of their minds: Who is this man that Meher trusts enough to wear his ring?
The question came as slap on their conscience as it was a reminder of how little they truly knew her anymore.

Rudra, someone who had done most damages to his stepsister in childhood through his harsh words, stared at the scene. His heart bubbling with the same rage that seethed him years ago into agonizing his mother's killer. The once typical mumma's boy had turned into his sister's bully after her death. According to him, the girl doesn't deserve happiness, not after destroying his happy family. Not after snatching his mother away from him.

Manish's face drained of all the colours as he couldn't believe anything that the scene had unfolded infront of him. The mere sight of the ring hurting him more than Meher calling herself an 'Orphan'. He was her father, no matter if not blood but still she was his daughter. Taking such an important decision of her life without his knowledge was something that shattered him the most.

Ekansh, on the other hand, not letting the bafflement slide his indifferent mask sat rigid on his seat. His feelings very familiar to his brothers just rather than resentment he felt protective over the mere thought of an irresponsible horny young boy anywhere near his sister. His eyes caught sight of the side eye glance that Meher gave to them, his mind interpreting her intentions as she flicked her gaze away.

The announcement was deliberate. The sly amusement in his little sister's eyes was not missed by him. Ofcourse, she couldn't smirk for the cameras. Glancing back at Meher's engagement ring, a symbol of a new commitment, stirred a complex blend of feelings-confusion, unresolved hurt, and a begrudging respect.

His eyes fell on his own engagement ring as his memory reminsced him of his older doings. He now was able to feel the depth of hurt his sister might've felt back then. How much he had hurt his sister in his family's manipulation to take such a decision back then?

"Ye aisa nhi krrr skti h." Shresth pounded his fist on the clothed table a little too harshly to take away the attention of his surrounding guests. His eyes getting red due to the held back anger. The Singhanias' too turned towards him due to his sudden act. As Ekansh noticed the amount of attention they had gathered and the suspicious gazes that gawked at them, he cleared his throat indicating his youngest brother to pull back up all his shit.

Shresth, who got his bhaiya's silent message, shuffled his coat a little before sitting comfortably back down on his chair. "Sorry Ladies and Gentlemen" Aaryaman mumbled from his bratty brother's side, who was too prideful to even apologize. No doubt, the pampered prince of the house was too egoistic to apologise. The attention soon faded away as a journalist questioned Meher,

"Is he present here right now ma'am?" Her question turned the whole attention back to Meher, expecting nothing but a yes for their newspapers tomorrow. "He should be!" Meher's words were curt as if slipping out like an order. The murmurs again took place as the hall again filled with gossips with the glances looking for a specific man.

"Ye better h ki ek mazak ho wrna I am gonna rip that man away." Rudra muttered under his breath inaudibly. Unknowingly, his gaze fixed on his stepsister. Though he wasn't any concerned about the knowing his sister's supposed husband yet he wouldn't let her be happy. He will snatch the man away just like the girl did to him by snatching his mom away. He just wished somehow that his was a joke rather than a reality, cause if it will be then Meher was in for a good suffering.

A good minute passed, as the people kept glancing for Meher's mystery man yet found none. Meher's patience ran thin as her jaws clenched a little waiting for him. "Where the fuck is he?" She whispered to her Personal assistant, moving away from the mic. She had warned him to not be late atleast today.

Suddenly the lights went off, creating a brief moment of hushed confusion, followed by the gentle strum of a guitar, its melody warm and tender, cutting through the stillness. "Kabhi Kabhi Main Khud Se Hoon Yeh Puchhta" All eyes turned toward the back of the room, where a figure was slowly stepping into the light, as it kept sitting near the stage where the music band was stationed for tonight.

Meher's breath hitched for a second as her eyes widened at the melodious voice. It was Adwait, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, but it wasn't his attire that captured the attention of the crowd. In his hand, he held a guitar, his voice smooth and rich as he began to sing-a song familiar to Meher, one that only they shared.

"Main Tere Kaabil Bhi Hoon Kya" The melody swelled, intimate and soulful, as Adwait's voice carried across the room. It wasn't a grand, flashy performance, but rather a heartfelt tribute, one meant for her and only her. Adwait passed his charming smile as his eyes locked with his favourite deep brown orbs that had claimed his heart a long ago. Though it was invisible to others yet he could see the slight blush on creeping on his girl's cheeks.

"Itna Toh Mujhe Hai Maaloom
Milke Tujhe Behtar Main Insaan Ban Gaya
Thoda Thoda Tujh Se Seekha
Pyaar Karne Ka Tareeka
Dil Ke Khuda Ki Mujh Pe Inaayat Hai Tu"

Adwait left the guitar, moving slowly through the crowd, his gaze never wavered from Meher, whose usual composed exterior softened at the unexpected gesture. The audience watched in awe, the powerful businesswoman momentarily transformed into someone more vulnerable, touched by the sincerity of the moment.

As he approached the stage, the final notes of his song lingered in the air, hanging like a promise.He gently took her palm in his hold, as he knelt as his gaze met Meher's, unsure of what he was doing. Adwait brought her hand near his lips, pressing his lips upon them,"I Love You" He finally sang the last verse of Meher's favourite song.

The room erupted into applause, not just for his performance, but for the rare glimpse of Meher's softer side, something few had ever witnessed. The three words lingered themselves upon Meher's heart as it skipped a beat, her eyes remained fixed upon the sincere blue orbs she had fallen head over heels for.

The cameras continued to flash as Adwait rose from his seat, stepping gracefully down from the stage. His beloved, soon-to-be wife stood frozen, caught off guard by the moment. It had always been her wish to hear him sing on the most important day of her life, and tonight, he would gladly make that wish come true. No matter even if meant going against his own rules for his ladylove.

When he finally climbed the stage once again, Adwait gently placing his lips upon her forehead as he took a seat beside his wife. He could feel his fiancé's gaze on him that made him bite his lips, inorder to not chuckle at state of daze. Usually he would've enjoyed it but this wasn't the best moment.

He gently gave her hand a squeeze before speaking, his voice warm yet teasing. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said, addressing the crowd, though his eyes remained locked on Meher. "Behind every strong woman, there's a man who knows his place isn't in her way but by her side."

His fingers unwrapped around her palm as they reached for hers, intertwining them together. His grip protective around them," And I am fortunate enough that I am the man, she chose for this job" His eyes softened in a foremost admirable manner, filled with a tenderness as his glance remain fixed on his love in extremes of fragility as if even a slightest flick could affect her.

To the world today, she was one of the strongest woman yet for his love-struck heart she was still the Meher Singhania,-the same woman whose vulnerability had pierced his cold, guarded self three years ago. She had unknowingly transformed him into the man he had always longed to be-a man devoted solely to her. Now, he was hopelessly captivated, head over heels for the woman, who had became the centre of his lonely world.

"Mr.Rathore" The reporter voice pulled Adwait's attention as he turned towards him,"Since, Ms.Meher has just been declared as the buisnesswoman of the year, The world wants to know from you that how does it feel to stand beside such a successful woman?" Meher's fierce glance snapped towards the reporter as she comprehended the intention behind the question. Her fists clenching by her side as she leaned towards the mic in order to knock some sense into the man, but before she could,

"Well," Adwait began, his tone light, "I consider myself lucky to even keep up with her." Meher's astonished gaze turned towards him, a sigh of relief passing through her when she saw him smiling with absolutely no signs of discomfort. "Meher is... unstoppable, as you've all seen. But what makes her remarkable isn't just her success-it's her resilience, her ability to rise no matter the odds. I just do my best to make sure she remembers to breathe now and then."

The chuckle erupted through the audience at the last sentence as Adwait's teasing smile turned towards his wife. Meher just rolled her eyes hiding her own smile as she shook her head at her dear future husband. Ofcourse, he wouldn't be Adwait Rathore if his day got complete without teasing his soon-to-be wife. The slight twitch of her lips wasn't missed by him as he controlled back an urge to pull her cheeks.

As the chuckles died down, another reporter chimed in not wanting to let Meher off the hook,"Ms. Meher, many of us see you as a role model for women in business today but we want to know how do you feel about being a public figure in both your professional and personal life?" Meher's gaze turned icy. In the starting of the interview, she had made herself clear as she wasn't a person who did appreciate any personal questions.

"When you are deeply in love, madam, it's not about balance but about priorities" Meher's eyes widened as Adwait's charming smile remain unwavering as he spoke the next words," She is mine and I am hers. That's what is important" Adwait turned towards Meher, giving a small reassuring tug upon it. Meher couldn't help but be grateful to have him by her side.

The reporter, on the other hand, was satisfied but before he could fire another question, Adwait held the mic a little closer before he spoke,"No more questions guys. I hope you all will enjoy the party" He got up, holding Meher's hand as he the conference dismissed with his sentence. Though Meher didn't show but being her better half, he knew that she was uncomfortable by the reporter's prying questions about their personal life.

"Sir, Ma'am Some photographs please!" The cameraman called out to the couple as they were about to descend the stage. Meher and Adwait shared a glance before they turned nodded. Together, they stood at the center of the room, a powerful pair-her, the ice queen, and him, the man who melted her defenses with a song. Them unaware of the burning glances a set of eyes were giving them.

As the photo sessions ended, Adwait thanked the crew before he descended the stage himself. As he set his feet on the ground, he turned around and instantly offered his hand to his fiancé, like the gentleman he was. Meher smiled at his gesture, something she gotten used to, His princess treatment. She slipped her hand into his, her lips finally breaking into a genuine smile, sliding away her emotionless facade. The camera shuttered capturing the beautiful moment between the couple.

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"You handled it well." Meher spoke sipping the drink as she turned towards her husband before adding,"Again". A soft smile spread on Adwait's lips as a slight blush crept upon his cheeks, as he bowed dramatically infront of her,"Always to your rescue ma'am."

Meher just shook her head at the drama queen infront of her. Biting away the small smile making its way before it becomes another headline of the day. "You know your knight in shining armour." Adwait's playful wink gave rise to a faint course of butterflies through Meher, her guard slipping as a faint blush crept to her cheeks. Mr.Adwait Rathore was the only man who could make her heart flutter, even with just the sound of her name on his lips.

Adwait who noticed it, bit his lips inorder to controlling back an urge to kiss his girl at that very moment without giving headlines to the newspapers out there. He gently leaned forward before asking,"So did you like my performance future wifey?"

Meher's heart fluttered as she remembered the heartfelt performance she had just witnessed a few hours ago. Adwait though knew his answer yet his heart still anticipated the approval of the woman he loved. Her unbearable silence compelled him to contemplate over the accuracy of his performance.

Meher took a step forward before she pulled his arms towards herself and circled her arm around his. Adwait let her do whatever she was doing. His heart warmed, sending butterflies down his stomach as Meher gently leaned her head upon his shoulder. Adwait couldn't help but discard his glass scooting more closer to her.

She lifted her heels a little reaching his ear as she lowly said,"Atyant Sundar Patidev" Adwait smile widely hearing the last word as he kissed her forehead. No doubt why he fell head over heels in love with her. Everything about his 'billi' was absolutely different, something that wrapped his heart to hers.

Meher just leaned upon his shoulder as Adwait made no move to disturb the comfortable position they were standing in. The silence between them radiating the solace they always found in each other's presence."Aap sach me mere ek kehne pe Maan gye Rathore ji?" Meher broke the silence with her question. Adwait glanced down at her before leaning his head back upon hers

"Koshish toh aage yahi rhegi ki aapko kabhi kehna na pade aur hum aapke Bina kahe hi Maan jaaye." He said casually, the weight of his words not betraying the emotions that he held in his voice. The casuality in his tone coming forward as an unspoken promise to the girl who he worshipped with all his heart.

His words left Meher utterly speechless, her heart swelling with emotion as she wondered how she had been so lucky to have him in her life. As the silence again spread between them, a wince erupted from Meher, taking all Adwait's attention as he glanced at her. "What happened?" He asked noticing her gaze fixed upon her heels.

"Nothing-"Meher was about to dismiss the matter but before she could, she found Adwait kneeling down, reaching for he heels. "Arrey Adwait!" She exclaimed, occasionally flicking her glance towards the hall as some eyes were now fixed upon the couple. She silently urged Adwait to stand yet he didn't budged reaching out for her heels inorder to check them.

"Hold my shoulder" His deep voice compelled Meher to follow his instructions as she took support of his shoulder. Adwait smoothly slipped her heel away as his gaze darkened upon the red marks formed around her feet.
He looked up an glared at her fiercely. Meher, bit her lower lip nervously sensing his glare, averted her gaze looking anywhere but at him.

Adwait slipped both her heels out, his jaw clenched the whole time. He gathered both her heels, holding them carefully as he knew how much his wifey was obsessed with her heels. Something that was as precious to her as treasure.

"Kaha tha na ye heel nhi pehne ko?" His eyes blazed as he lectured her, gently getting up from his seat on the floor. He held the heel in his one hand before holding her by her waist to support her towards a nearby chair,"Dard hota h tab bhi aise hi kaam krne h." The concern in his voice wasn't missed by Meher, unknowingly warming the heart of the girl who had craved for such care.

Though she wouldn't admit it out loud but she loved being lectured by soon-to-be husband. It made her feel cherished in a way she had never known, after a lifetime of being ignored. His care for his fiancé wasn't something that Adwait Rathore ever hid from the world neither from her. He was deeply, unapologetically in love with his girl, willing to go to any length to show her just how much she meant to him.

"I didn't want to look shorter." Meher sulked, mumbling the sentence under her breath but audible enough for her fiancé to hear. Adwait just smiled as he shook his head at her, the girl hadn't changed even a bit and that's what he lovee about her. He stepped out of his shoes, nudging them towards her.

"Wear them." He said a little authoritatively as Meher's eyes widened before she retorted while looking up at him,"I can't, ye tumhare h." Adwait glared at her keeping his hands upon his waist trying to be serious yet to his surprise Meher glared back at him, overpowering all the intensity of his glare.

He quickly averted his gaze, awkwardly clearing his throat as he adjusted his tie. There was no question-he could never match the intensity of his wife's intimidating presence. One sharp glare from her was enough to send shivers down his spine.

With a soft sigh, he turned back to her, nudging the shoes closer. Leaning in close, his breath brushed her ear, his voice low with a playful edge, "Either you are wearing this billi, or am gonna carry you out of the hall." Meher's glare wavered, her eyes widening momentarily in surprise as her husband straightened to his full height, folding his arms across his chest with a knowing smirk.

"Choose" Adwait smirked victoriously as Meher looked around the hall. They were enough of a headline today and she didn't wanted to one again. She gave Adwait a glance of betrayal, the guy knew how to push her buttons. "Fine!" Meher huffed, wearing her husband's pair of fancy shoes. Adwait bit the inner of his cheeks to stifle a chuckle escaping his throat. He didn't plan to enrage his wife any further.

Adwait-1, Meher-0

Meher stood up, offering a tight-lipped smile to her fiancé. Adwait responded with a subtle nod, his dimpled smile soft yet irresistibly captivating, the kind of smile that always made her heart skip a beat. As Meher tried to reach for her heels, Adwait pushed them behind his back away from her hold. Meher furrowed her eyebrows at him as Adwait just shook his head.

"You are not gonna carry them around the hall?" Meher spoke in disbelief, again glancing at the amount of gazes they were already recieving. "I will", Adwait held her hand, intertwining their fingers. Her hand perfectly fitting in his, like they were made for each other. He caught her gaze, holding it for a heartbeat before lifting her hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the engagement ring on her finger,"Waise bhi Let me show the world, how much I love my girl"

"Specifically the people behind you I guess" Adwait added his gaze fixed upon something behind her back Meher's scrunched her brows in confusion but before she could voice it out, Adwait continued his hold tightening upon her hand more protectively, "Accha ye bta, ye jo vaanar sena tere piche khadi h wo tere ex-gharwale hi h na?"

"Vaanar sena?" Meher questioned, totally clueless about what the guy was talking about. She turned around, her expression unwavering, but the moment her eyes landed on the very people she had hoped to avoid, a flicker of tension passed through her gaze. Her body stiffened a little as her jaws and fists clenched simultaneously.

"Badi der se tujhe ghur rhe h." Adwait informed as he scoffed upon his next sentence, "Kaafi pyaar bhari nighaon se." Meher's demeanour changed, upholding her intimidating aura while withholding the emotionless expression when she saw them approaching. She reminded herself once again, she wasn't the same as her aura darkened with each step they took towards her.

As they reached near her, the faces she hated the most, came to her view. The eighteen years of faded memories gushing through her mind like a movie. As her eyes met her stepfather's, she saw a flick of fatherly emotions in them. Manish couldn't hold back his emotions after seeing his daughter, his fatherly instincts kicking in as he stepped forward in order to embrace her.

But before he could make Adwait stepped in front of Meher, gently placing a palm on Manish's torso, restricting his way towards his wife. Manish though startled, instantly turned his glare towards the young man who dared to step in his way. Adwait gave him a tight-lipped smile before speaking,"Mr.Singhania, nice to see you."

"Step away Adwait let me meet my daughter." Manish said in a stern tone, his eyes glaring daggers at the man standing like a barrier between him and his daughter. "Your daughter isn't here Mr.Singhania" Meher snapped, her demeanour though composed yet the malice clear in her words.

She stepped forward showing raising her finger at him, as her raged voice came through with her eyes blazing,"And Don't you dare talk to my husband in that tone" Manish was quite taken aback by her stance, this must be the first time that she had talked to him in such a tone. The change in her stance piercing through his heart, shattering it into pieces.

"Meher!" Rudra reprimanded, his eyes struck with rage as he stepped forward to knock some sense into the girl, who had the audacity to talk to his father in such a way. He tried to grab a hold of his hand, but before he could a mascular arm douched it,"Mr.Singhania, I would appreciate if you'll maintain a distance from my wife." Adwait's tone came more as warning than a request.

His body almost covering the whole of his wife figure behind his own well-built frame. "She isn't your wife!" Rudra retorted, not liking the tone he addressed in even a bit. Adwait, on the other hand, was still composed in his composure, unaffected by Rudra's words fueling the latter's anger more.

"My bad gentleman," He apologised sarcastically as he wrapped an arm around his fiancé, "My soon-to-be wife" He announced kissing her forehead, his teasing smirk unwavering as he felt satisfied seeing the anger seething through his step brother-in-law.

Rudra, on the other hand, was hell bent as he tried to again hold Meher's hand, wanting to yank the latter towards himself but before h could Adwait pushed him a little away before muttering with a smirk, "Cameras are here Mr. Brother-in-law, touch my wife and I swear kal ke newspaper me aapki tuti hui shakal hi chapegi"

Rudra looked around and saw the cameras focused on them as Adwait smirked, quirking his brow in amusement. Rudra cursed under his breath, as he cleared his throat before stepping back a little as he again started only to interuppted by his father,"Meher-"

"Stop it Rudra" Manish ordered, totally done with his son's irrational behaviour. Rudra turned towards his father to argue but instantly shut up seeing the look on his face. "Meher-" Manish was interrupted by his daughter, "It's Ms.Meher for you Mr.Singhania"

"Abhi bhabhi hoti na yahan tab iski akal thikane lagati humesha ki tarah." Shresth too mumbled inaudibly as he felt agitated by the whole scenario. Wanting nothing but to just rip the people infront of him apart. Manish was agin taken aback yet he awkwardly coughed before continuing," Ms.Meher I am sorry for my son's behaviour" Manish started formally, once he saw his son tamed by his glare, his gaze fixed on his son.

He turned towards his daughter before continuing,"Towards you and..." He paused as his expressions darkened with a clenched jaw as his eyes fell upon Adwait, "your husband" he finished grudgingly. Adwait smirked as he held Meher's hand, while Manish's anger fueled yet not wanting to create a scene, he ignored it.

Though Meher wanted to refuse, something in her stepfather's tone told her this was serious. The weight in Manish's voice didn't go unnoticed as she stood tall, her expression unreadable. "I'll consider it, Mr. Singhania," she said coolly, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "You can leave now."

Manish's jaws clenched, this was like his patience. He wanted scold Meher for using such a tone yet he was stopped by a hand upon his shoulder, Ekansh smiled at his sister,"We will be glad if you'll be there tomorrow." "I wish I could say the same Mr.Ekansh" Meher replied casually with her usual tight lipped smile.

"Let's move boys." Manish commanded as he just gave Meher a narrowed look before moving out of the hall as each of his boys followed him but without even glancing at her. Meher stood crossed arm, not even baring a glance at the passer-bys. Adwait though, stayed just behind her, his protective instincts kicking in.

"Bye, princess," Ekansh whispered softly before turning to follow the rest of the family. Meher didn't even glance in his direction, choosing to royally ignore him. The word "princess" echoed in her mind-familiar, yet painfully foreign now. There was a time when she had desperately longed to hear that affectionate term from her eldest brother, to feel his care.

But now, the sound of it grated on her, a bitter reminder of everything she had lost. His presence alone stirred a storm of emotions she wished would stay buried. The idea of family, once something she had yearned for, now felt like a burden she refused to carry.

"For her, family was something she would've gladly taken a bullet for back then but what she didn't realized that the one standing behind the gun was them"

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