Maanvi’s closed eyes and trembling hands were enough to guess what was going on in her mind while the girls around her were continuously bashing her about how much of a whore she is. Their words were like poking on her ballon, like self-confidence, which was on its verge to burst out. She was keeping all the past thoughts aside from a few days trying to gain her confidence back, but Priti’s word about how she can be stain on Abhiraj’s reputation was making her rethink about her decision of being with him or proposing him.

“Ms. Maanvi, you know he is just having fun with you, and the moment he will realise that you are not worth his public image, he will no longer be interested in you.” Priti spit out the venom she was having inside, making Maanvi’s legs tremble in weakness.