ll~Anki SS: My Last Scandal~ *Chapter Six Updated on pg 12*ll

• I'm pretty sure im edging on a month or so since i updated the last chapter of the of Anki SS (im working on it so please give me a while😆😆😆)
• The Anki SS is about to end
• The OS i was working on is still being worked on (last minute editing...)
• As im missing MB and both couples right now...

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Synopsis: A freak meeting between two people that soon sparks a world of scandal, gossip, and rumors for one becomes a golden ticket for the other. Here embarks the story of two people, of similar ideology yet contrast of personalities, entering a marriage of simple convenience between two people has them slowly falling in love.

"Love? It's for fools and the ignorant. I'm interested in someone who will take me to the top." -Anand Shergill

"Marriage based on love? Pshhh! Not interested. Power and money is everything and I want someone with both."-Kritika Shrivastav

Prologue

Where was she?

Where was she?

There were dozens of reporters with their microphone as they threw out various questions, camera flashing, people chattering around in the room, gossiping.

"It must be lies."

"I knew it, he wasn't really with her..."

"Does that mean that he does that type of thing?"

"Do we want someone like that to represent us?"

"Rumors are probably true that he did sleep with..."

"No way is he going to be elected"

"They should cancel the chances of him winning...

Everyone murmurs could be heard but instead I maintained my composure without sparing a chance to look at the doors to see if it was her every time the door opened, yet sadly it wasn't her.

Where was she?

"So sorry jija ji, but it seems that the rumors about you must be true." A deep shrilled voice said.

I didn't have to look or turn to my left to know who it was.

She was on stage along with my boss, a couple of business partners, and my brother.

At that I looked at Ashish who was trying to maintain a steady grin as he stared at the audience that were smiling, chatting, and drinking champagne and at each attention that were drawn towards the stage, he would fidget and his face would twist in distortion.

But his wife, Jaya, was bathing in the glory of all the attention directed towards them and finding amusement as the media was hounding me down, bombarding me with questions.

"So, where is she?" she whispered.

"Please keep that tongue of yours to yourself." I said quietly while still scanning the room.

She chuckled.

"What's the problem jija ji? I'm just concerned on the type of reputation that you are garnering for yourself, for our family, and more importantly for papa ji." She said slyly.

TO BE CONTINUED...