Part 3

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Here is the next chap guys. Enjoy😃.

Harshad Saxena : Nandini's Clg bestiee. He was her senior in Clg biy they were best friends. Suddenly disappeared during Manan marriage. Now staying in Goa. Works as manager in Oberoi industries. 22 years old.

Madhyam Singhaniya : C

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Madhyam Singhaniya : C.E.O of singhaniya industries. Competitor and rival of Manik. 24 years old.

 24 years old

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Goa :

Harshad's house :

Nandini woke up, and got freshened up. Then she went out and saw harshad in kitchen.

" Ohho, what a surprise haan....Mr. Harshad Saxena in kitchen " Nandini said in dramatic tone.

Harshad gave her a look.

" Ya ya OK. Teri cooking sudhri ki nahi " Nandini said in teasing tone.

" Why don't u taste it yourself " Harshad said moving towards dinning table, taking the breakfast after turning off the stove.

Then after arranging everything, harshad and nandini settled on dinning table.

" Should admit... Your cooking is much better now " Nandini said as she took a byte.

Harshad just nodded his head smiling. Then they finished their breakfast. Then harshad asked,

" Nandini, u said u are here for a work. What work and where do u have to go...come I will drop you " Harshad asked again.

Nandini's POV : Ohh God, I toh completely forgot about this, now what will I say him. Aaiyappa plss help me out.

Just then as Aaiyappa listened her prayer, she got an idea.

" Wo, I actually Don't know where to go. You just tell me the address of here, I will inform them about it. They will send the car here itself " Nandini said confidently.

" Arre, no need of it. I will drop you, just ask them the address " Harshad said.

Nandini's POV : Aaiyappa, why doesn't this person listen to me. Plss do something Aaiyappa. She made an irritated face.

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