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Only two months following the announcement of their engagement, entrepreneurial billionaire, Ram Kapoor and his fiancée, spokesmodel for Versatility, Juhi Singh seem to have called it quits.
The couple, pictured above en route to a private dinner date at Marriott, seemed to have a whirlwind romance which blossomed into planning one of the biggest weddings of the century, aided by none other than wedding planners' finest, Priya Sharma.
The news of the split comes from a trusted source, but neither Juhi nor Ram have come forward with a confirmation or denial of this.
The news has begun to stir the rumours that have been mere whispers ever since the announcement that there is no relationship as such to even speak of. The couple has never been pictured together in each other's company prior to their engagement. The news of their wedding announcement seemed to be a surprise to many close to them as well.
This begs the question: Were they even together at all?
If not, why were they even getting married?
The office of Ram Kapoor and Juhi Singh's publicist have not been available for comment.
I smacked the paper on to the tabletop making my cook, who was peacefully dusting the cabinet near me while softly humming to herself, jump.
"Is something wrong, Mr. Kapoor?" she asked, turning to look at me.
"No," I dismissed, burying my head in my hand and rubbing my eyes, "I think I'm done with my breakfast."
I heard her take the few steps to come over to me. "But you have not finished your toast," she told me, "It's not a good breakfast if you don't finish the toast."
I exhaled deeply and looked at her. "I've had enough. Thank you," I said, getting up, "I'll be heading out in a while."
"Will you come for lunch?" she asked, extremely concerned about my eating.
"You make whatever you like for lunch. I don't think I'll be home for lunch," I told her, walking away and up the stairs to my bedroom.
When my phone rang, I prayed that it wasn't my father, but of course, it was.
"Ram," he barked down the phone the moment I answered, not even waiting for me to say hello, "What the hell is this?"
"Dad," I said, trying to calm him down.
"I know you didn't want this, but this is what you do for your family," he spat at me.
"Do you seriously believe everything you read in the press?" I shouted back.
There was silence.
"Are you telling me this is untrue?" he asked, "You're telling me that this article about your split is a lie?"
"Of course, it is," I lied, "I would expect you not the believe everything the paparazzi tells you."
"What's this trusted source, Ram?" he asked.
"Another lie, Dad," I told him, "Juhi and I had a little argument, but there's nothing to worry about. Alright?"
"There better not be, Ram," he told me, firmly, "It is also your responsibility to see that our reputation is maintained."
"I know, Dad."
"And Ram, stop being a fool. Give the woman what she wants and be done with it," he told me, almost tired, "God knows you can afford it."
