In the grand palace of Arnav Singh Raizada, the night air was thick with mystery. Khushi Kumari Gupta, with her wide eyes and innocent smile, had wandered on the ramp show landing directly in his arms. Arnav's tough security men grabbed her gently.
They locked her inside the huge doors of the palace, her heart pounding like a drum.Khushi paced the marble floors, her Lehenga twirling around her legs.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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