There was no hot water in the bathroom, so Veena boiled a pot of hot water, mixed it with Jiya, and simply took a shower. This was a one-bedroom house, and the bedroom was reserved for Jiya's mother. Jiya and Veena were crowded in the living room. On the small sofa.
The soundproofing was very poor. She could hear clearly the sound of Jiya's mother coughing and moaning in pain at night, which made Geeta Desai feel distressed.
While doing laundry, I touched the gold-gilded business card in my pocket.
Veena subconsciously thought of throwing it downstairs, but after thinking about it, he put it in the pocket of his pajamas. Veena couldn't sleep, so he curled up on the sofa and watched Jiya wash clothes and dry them.
It was past midnight, but the children were in particularly good spirits.
The warmth urged her to sleep, but she insisted on shaking her head. The two sisters and brother had been princesses and prince since childhood, so the momentary gap was inevitably unacceptable.
Veena said: "It would be great if I could get to know someone more powerful and richer than RiyajTarki. In exchange for his life, I want Riyaj to return everything to the Desai family."
After a warm pause, the business card in his pocket was like It burned her skin like fire.
Raj singaniya.
The man's handsome but cold face came to mind, and a mixture of warmth and emotion came to mind.
Veena slowly curled up on the sofa and fell asleep, warmth caressing her young face, lovingly. Turning off the lights, Jiya sat at the end of the sofa and looked at the dim starlight outside the window. Her life was also like the starlight at this time.
Riyaj Tarki didn't know what he was thinking about her. He seemed to want to humiliate her even more and actually asked her to be his mistress, which she didn't want to do. She signed a contract with a brokerage company and officially entered the entertainment industry. She had no background or qualifications and was a complete newcomer. If she did not rely on unspoken rules, she would not be able to get ahead and make money so that her mother and brother could live a smooth life.
If there must be unspoken rules, it would be better...
than Raj singaniya.
The man was unstable, had a weird temper, and was perverted, but at least he was not one of those so-called benefactors who had yellow teeth, a bald head, a beer belly like a pregnant woman, and was so fat that it leaked.
He is more handsome and perfect than any other star. He is indifferent and elegant, and his unique temperament mixed with nobility and domineering is even more addictive. Being with such a man, at least you won't feel disgusted.
The most important thing is...
there will be no emotional involvement. She can see that Raj loves someone else, and it is impossible for her to forget Riyaj Tarki for a while.
There won't be any emotional involvement between the two, so it's perfect.
He said that even if you are selling something to laugh at, you can also buy it, and maybe there is no need for physical contact, so why not?
If she always wanted to enter the entertainment industry, if she would eventually be banned, why didn't she choose Raj when she still had the choice?
The most important part of Viking International is Viking Entertainment. It has intricate relationships at all levels at home and abroad, black and white, and has a good development environment, strong funds, and broad connections.
Viking International has produced countless first-tier stars in the country, and several of them have become famous both at home and abroad. In other words, there is no one who is not popular among the people Viking Group wants to make famous.
Moreover, Viking International also owns its own media group and TV station, which makes it easier to create stars. It is a star-making factory.
Raj singaniya is the emperor of this entertainment empire.
There was a vague thought in Jiya's heart. If she had guessed her future, why couldn't she choose a smoother road when she had the choice.
Otherwise, her father, her mother, and her brother will all fall into this kind of misfortune throughout their lives, and Riyaj Tarki will not let them go.
Do you want to wait until Riyaj Tarki is cornered and kneel down to beg him?
She didn't dare to think about that man's cruel methods.
Jiya gritted his teeth, endured this heart-gnawing pain, and forced back the tears.
Don't cry, warm, don't cry.
She squeezed the gold-gilt business card in her hand, and that was it.
So be it.
She is willing to compromise for the sake of her family.