CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

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Last part because the target of 100 votes is not getting completed...
So this is the last part, I added the precap in this part as well bcz I have wrote these parts before but after seeing response I guess you guys don't like this story so no need to continue it, m I right or I am right??
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Riddhima was sitting in his cabin getting lost in her thoughts that's when someone came from behind and tied a pendant around her neck, she hold that pendent and look back to found vansh, who was smiling.......

"Vansh this?? " Riddhima asked him holding the pendant....

"This is of my late mother ar isey pheney ka haq sirf tumhe hai.." Saying this he peck her forehead.....

Vansh got an important call so he went out to talk, angree informed him something on which his muscles became stiffen, he just instructed him something and went from there
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"hey riddhima what happen ??why are you so stressed???" Vansh asked her as soon as he saw her worried face while entering inside his cabin

"can I please take a leave for today???" She asked meekly..

" sure you can but what is the reason behind it??
Are you feeling sick??
Let me check your temperature.."
(He checked her temperature keeping his palm on her forehead it was normal)

Do you feeling nausea or anything else??should I call the doctor ??(he asked her being concern for her)

" no vansh I am completely alright it just that I just want to go to markandey shiv mandir ,to pray for Rishab ..."she told him

" alright ,then pack your stuff we both are leaving .." He declared getting up from his chair

"no vansh you shouldn't come with me ,you have a meeting..." Riddhima told him but he stopped her in between by saying

" I know but you are more important for me ,
I'll inform angree that we are leaving he will handle it don't worry but before that eat something I knew that since morning you didn't eat anything...."saying this he called a person and asked him to bring lunch for them
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