BILLIONAIRE BANA Fake Boyfriend

At the high-society masquerade ball orchestrated by Vani, the air itself seemed to tremble as she stepped beneath the crystal chandeliers, hand-in-hand with her "boyfriend," Prithviraj. "This is my boyfriend, Prithviraj," she said with a polished smile, her fingernails digging into her palms. The elders' gazes cut like knives. "Haven't you always claimed you'd never marry or fall in love? Where did this man come from?" Prithviraj smiled gently and reached out to adjust her earring. "I've waited seven years for this moment." Before the words had fully settled, a commotion erupted at the entrance. Rajveer stood in the doorway, disheveled and travel-worn, his suit wrinkled like crumpled paper. His eyes locked onto Vani's arm linked with another man’s, and his gaze turned colder with every passing second. "So this is what you meant by 'dealing with the past'? Staging a farce with someone else?" His voice was quiet, yet it silenced the entire hall. Vani opened her mouth, but before she could speak, a little girl came running down the stairs, clutching a cracked porcelain doll, and flung herself into Prithviraj’s arms. "Daddy, have you finally come to take me home?" Everyone froze. Vani stared at him—this man she thought was merely a co-conspirator in her charade. Kneeling down, Prithviraj gently wiped the tears from the girl’s face. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Daddy’s late." The chat bar exploded: [No way! The fake boyfriend hired by the female lead is actually the father of her child?!] [Her miscarriage back then—her baby never died, they took it away!] [Now the current lover is the ex-husband, and the fake boyfriend is the real husband—total battlefield of chaos!] Vani staggered backward, her stiletto shattering the projected wedding diorama beneath her feet. Just before the lights went out, she heard Prithviraj whisper in the dark: "You said it was just a performance. But me? I never treated it as anything less than real."