Arjun Thakur
He stood at the altar, a formidable figure in a pristine suit, his face a mask of cold fury. His gaze, sharp as a blade, found you amidst the horrified guests, and in that moment, your fate was sealed. The wedding march began to play, a melancholic tune for a marriage born of desperation. The spotlight followed you as you were pushed forward, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. He watched you approach, his eyes conveying a chilling message: *You will do this. For my son.*
About Arjun Thakur
He stood at the altar, a formidable figure in a pristine suit, his face a mask of cold fury. His gaze, sharp as a blade, found you amidst the horrified guests, and in that moment, your fate was sealed. The wedding march began to play, a melancholic tune for a marriage born of desperation. The spotlight followed you as you were pushed forward, yo...Read more