The Royal Love Story

chapter 9 ,part 1

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Aditi's POV:
Ugh, I despise this. The mere act of getting ready feels like a daunting task, especially when it's for an event I have no desire to attend.
Still, I found myself getting ready for the ball. Why? Because my mother insisted that my presence was necessary, and she emphasized that it would reflect poorly if I were absent. The ball was being held in honor of Randhir, and, truth be told, I can't stand him!
Not to mention my mother's role in all of this. His mother and mine have been friends since childhood, and they seem to expect us to be best friends just like them. But the reality is far from that, as we can't stand each other to the core.
When I'm around his family, I can't help but notice the stark contrast. They're all genuinely good people, radiating warmth and kindness. It's almost like they belong to a different world from him – a world where arrogance, rudeness, and a perpetual grumpiness have no place. It's baffling how someone raised in such an environment turned out to be the way he is. I can't help but entertain the thought that perhaps he was plucked out of a garbage bin near a temple somewhere. It's hard to fathom how someone can exude such negativity and still be a part of a seemingly wonderful family.

Indeed, discussing him is an utter waste of my precious time. I'd rather not squander another second on this topic. If I linger any longer, I can already foresee my mother berating me with her relentless scolding. So, I decided to face the mirror, and oh my goodness, who did I mistake myself for? I must admit, I'd easily leave people breathless with this look.

The way the blue dress harmonizes with the ornate neckpiece, jhumkas, and paayal is like a match made in the celestial realm. My infatuation with paayal and jhumkas reaches a fervent height that's hard to describe – a topic we'll delve into later. But for now, let's recenter our attention on the grand ball that awaits.

Soon, I reluctantly left the confines of my room and descended the staircase to join the ball. As I surveyed the venue, it struck me – who was I kidding? This was undoubtedly a grand affair. I couldn't help but note the obvious, laced with a touch of sarcasm. Of course, the grandeur was to be expected, given that he fancies himself as a great king. No wonder there's such a massive turnout.

As I stepped through the grand entrance of the ballroom, a voice reached my ears. I recognized it immediately – I knew exactly who it was and where it was coming from. Adu voice carried across the room, affectionately addressing me as "My bestu, my bhabs, sister-in-law!" I turned to the source of the voice and there stood Riya Singh Rathod, a vision of elegance. Her attire seemed to be tailor-made for her, fitting her like a glove, and her beauty was simply captivating. It was impossible not to notice – the way she carried herself, the grace in her every movement. And if her appearance was any indication, my intuition whispered that my brother couldn't be too far away. He wouldn't miss the chance to be by her side, especially when such exquisite beauty was involved.

Curiously, I noticed something clinging to her legs, but I couldn't quite make out what it was. The view was obstructed, leaving me intrigued and eager to understand the mysterious addition to her ensemble. As my gaze focused on the source of the obstruction, I realized that it was none other than Reyansh, my adorable nephew, clinging to her legs.

"Buu," Reyansh called out for me. His innocent voice cut through the noise of the ballroom, drawing my attention and melting my heart. I bent down to his level, meeting his gaze, and asked gently, "Yes, baby, what's the matter?" 

"Mumma cried," Reyansh's voice held a hint of concern as he shared this with me. Worry flooded over me, a mixture of concern for my sister-in-law and curiosity about the reason behind her tears.

"What happened?" I inquired, my voice laced with worry, as I turned to Riya, seeking an explanation for Reyansh's distressing revelation. "Well, your nephew is just overreacting," Riya reassured me with a smile, dismissing Reyansh's concern as she affectionately patted his head.

Hey Readers,

Stay tuned for upcoming revelations as the story unfolds, shedding light on what Riya might be concealing.