The grand ballroom of the Taj Mahal Hotel shimmered with opulence. Crystal chandeliers hung like jewels from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the guests in their finest attire. Laughter and chatter filled the air, a blend of power and prestige. In one corner, Raghav Marwa stood, a solitary figure amidst the crowd, his sharp suit and confident posture drawing attention without him even trying. Raghav was a man of many layers—wealthy, ambitious, and deeply private. He had built his empire from the ground up, but the glitz of the evening felt hollow. Despite the success that surrounded him, he often felt like an outsider in his own world, burdened by the expectations placed upon him by family and society.
Love you Ameerzada - 1
The grand ballroom of the Taj Mahal Hotel shimmered with opulence. Crystal chandeliers hung like jewels from the ceiling, a warm glow over the guests in their finest attire. Laughter and chatter filled the air, a blend of power and prestige. In one corner, Raghav Marwa stood, a solitary figure amidst the crowd, his sharp suit and confident posture drawing attention without him even trying.Raghav was a man of many layers—wealthy, ambitious, and deeply private. He had built his empire from the ground up, but the glitz of the evening felt hollow. Despite the success that surrounded him, he ...Read More
Love you Ameerzada - 2
As the final notes of the melody faded, Deepika reluctantly stepped back from Raghav, the lingering warmth of the still echoing in her mind. The ballroom had transformed; the laughter and chatter felt like a distant murmur, and for a brief moment, it was just the two of them, caught in an unspoken understanding.“I didn’t expect that,” she said, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I mean, the dance.”Raghav chuckled softly. “Neither did I. It’s not often I find myself swept away in a moment. It’s refreshing.”They exchanged a glance, a silent agreement forming. The tension ...Read More
Love you Ameerzada - 3
“I didn’t expect that,” she said, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I mean, the dance.”Raghav softly. “Neither did I. It’s not often I find myself swept away in a moment. It’s refreshing.”They exchanged a glance, a silent agreement forming. The tension between them was electric, each aware of the burgeoning connection that could lead to something profound—or perilous.“What is it about the Ameerzada that intrigues you so much?” Raghav asked, steering the conversation back to the topic at hand, a slight curiosity sparking in his eyes.Deepika took a deep breath, her journalist instincts kicking in. ...Read More