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"Uncle Vihaan, do you remember when you asked me what I wanted for this Diwali?"

Vihaan could sense the seriousness in his niece's voice, signalling that he might not like what she was about to say.

Despite being only twelve, she was as challenging and difficult as a full-fledged teenager could be.

Ever since his mother had brought Sandhya for a Sunday brunch last week, she had been sulking in her room.

Sandhya was his father's childhood friend's granddaughter, and she was also a highly efficient lawyer.

His mother had reached her limit with his avoidance of marriage and had taken it upon herself to find him a suitable match.

The media had labelled him as a heartless billionaire who treated women poorly, simply because he had never shown interest in any woman before. People believed whatever was written in those cheap tabloids.

But Vihaan Malhotra was not a playboy.

It wasn't that he wasn't interested in women. He was. For the past thirteen years, his interest had been focused on only