Anaisha's gaze seemed to freeze upon Anirudhh for a moment.
She could see that, at this instant, Anirudhh's expression was not only stern, but he was also wearing sunglasses and-what's more-was dressed in formal attire.
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โ ๐๐ก๐'๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐ ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ญ๐๐ โ ๐๐๐ญ๐ซ๐ ๐ฌ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ค๐ก๐ญ๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ ๐ก๐๐ข ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐จ๐ง ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข ๐ง๐๐ก๐ข ๐ฒ๐๐ก ๐๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ช ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐ข ๐๐ข๐ฅ ๐ค๐จ ๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐...... ๐๐ผ๐ผ๐ โก ๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐ "Dur rahiye mujhse nafrat karti hu mai aapse" , She screamed. "Thakurani sa koi apni saans se dur rah sakta hai bhala?" , He said and kissed her forehead. ๐ผ๐๐๐ผ๐ โก ๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐ "Karib aaoge mere to tabahi ka alam dekhoge" , she said smilingly. "Jab tumhare ishq me hum tabah ho hi gaye hai to thoda aur sahi" , He said with smirk.
๐๐จ ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐๐ข ๐ฌ๐๐๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ค๐ก ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐๐ข.... "Tumhara Naam Kya Hai?" , On the day of his engagement he asked the dancer of the brothel. "Kritika!", the other dancer replied and he remained silent-this was the name of his wife from whom he had separated because she was the daughter of his father's murderer.
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