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2024-10-29 19:42:56Once the car left Dharmagiri, the mansion slowly disappearing behind them, Ram glanced at Rajeev through the rearview mirror. There was a twinkle in his eye as he spoke, his tone carrying a hint of mystery. "Rajeev, you have a lot of surprises ahead in this journey, my friend."
Rajeev frowned slightly, not entirely sure what Ram was hinting at. "What do you mean, Ram?" he asked, curiosity piqued. Ram simply smiled and nodded towards the small package that Rudra had given him earlier. "Why don't you open the cover that dad gave you?" Intrigued, Rajeev carefully unwrapped the package. Inside, he found an envelope containing two plane tickets. Confused, he looked up at Ram. "What are these tickets for?" Ram’s smile widened. "Those are tickets to Manali. You’re not going to Srinagar for your honeymoon; you’re going to Manali instead. And there’s a private flight waiting for you at theRelated chapters
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