This story is about the Royals. The families that come from lineage of the kings and queens.
This journey will take readers to the now a days life of Royals. When they have settled out in the economic capital of India that's Mumbai.
Now a days the...
Payal soon returned with a car. But this car seemed so big for only three of us. We could have even managed to go in a smaller car.
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But the bonnet ornament sculpture on car indicated me that it was expensive one. It is in the form of a woman leaning forwards with her arms outstretched behind and above her. I don't know much about cars but I could tell.... this car is a exclusively customized and heavenly costly....
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I bit my bottom lip to contain my uneasiness. The driver of the car seemed a old guy. His face was kind and hair grey. He quickly came out of car and ran to my side. He was smiling ear to ear...he asked me if i remember him.. But I didn't remember anyone... how am I going to tell this to him when he is expecting me to remember him with such a wide welcoming smile... But payal came to my rescue..
Payal- "himmat kaka.... come on.... we just had this discussion already.. didnt we?... our Yuvrani don't remember childhood memories much..... then why suddenly you decide to ask this question again...."
So then I came to know his name was himmat... but the way he was looking at me , I could tell he loved me so dearly. As he just chuckled sadly to himself, he patted my head lovingly and said... Himmat kaka - "payal beta... I know... but this old man still had hope ... maybe our Yuvrani could remember something.... but it's ok.... come on Yuvrani... let's get you to the polo championship field.... "
----scene break----- In car Me and Raksha were sitting in the backseat. Payal was sitting in the front passenger sit. The car ride was a quick one. And soon I was standing infront of the grand welcome gate of the polo field.
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