I lost the story from chapters 11 to 19, so please bear with me. I will try to rewrite them in the future, I guess.
Harshavardhan pushed open the tall mahogany door of his vast, dark-themed bedroom.
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When a heartbroken girl goes to the club to relax, but stumbles into a mafia boss.
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