In Delhi, Jiya was sitting on the floor in the hostel room, her two arms enfolding her two legs, closed weeping eyes made her mink eyelashes drenched, squashy cheeks wetted, a beautiful elegant face dropped, the words of Virat echo in her mind made tears spilling down her cheeks.
“You are mine…Jiya…!..”
“Mrs. Jiya Virat Singh……!…”
“I have every right on you….My beloved…!.”
Virat gave fifty hours to Jiya and after that, he will announce the marriage and will declare Jiya as his wife in front of everyone, Jiya’s heartbeat accelerated with each passing second, fourteen hours had been completed after Reshma’s bidaai (farewell).
Jiya thinking about, “What she had to do to escape from Virat...!.., his intense-filled orbs clearly state that once he affirmed to the whole world tha
