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"Get your filthy hands off me!" Aryan yelled, and pushed her away from his body.

"What... What... what are you doing Aryan, what's the problem? Don't tell me it's what I'm thinking. Don't tell me that you deceived me," Zara continued to shed her crocodile tears. "Which man will marry me now?" She added and fell to her knees and continued crying. Her father leaned closer to her and caressed her back. "Don't worry, my angel, he'll marry you..."

"In your dreams, I don't know what games you and your father are playing but have it in the back of my mind that you'll pay for this and...