Rajveer stepped inside, his brows slightly furrowed, his mind refusing to let go of the thought lingering in his head. Avni... cute name. Just like her.
His jaw clenched. What the hell, Rajveer? Get a grip. He had no business thinking about her like that. She looked... what? Eighteen? Nineteen at most? And he was twenty-nine. Seriously, Dad? This is who you chose for me?
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