(this book is under going editing but you can still read it)
Inayat, a 25-year-old with a heart of gold, has been navigating life solo since a tragic accident took her parents and her memories. Raised in an orphanage, she stepped into the world at 1...
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Inayat pov: -
The theater reverberates with the aftermath of truth. Mia—my twisted sister—stands unmasked, her wig discarded. "Hold on, dear sister," I call into the microphone, stalking toward her. "How can you leave when your brother is here?" I rip off her disguise, revealing the snake beneath. "Officer, arrest her as well," I command, my palm imprinting a firm slap on her face.
As the chaos settles, I return to the stage, settling beside Veer. Papa steps forward, his voice steady. "Inayat is the daughter of my best friend, Shekhar Vaid," he declares, eyes locked on mine. I smile back—a fragile bridge between past and present.
"I'm sorry, bache, I wasn't there for you all those years, but I promise to give you all the love, not as a father-in-law, but as your own father. Veer and Inayat will be marrying after two weeks, and we expect blessings from all of you. Also, from now on, Inayat is part of Singhania Industries and will be working alongside Veer. We have decided to give 25% shares of Singhania Industries to Inayat," Papa announces, and I stand up from my seat.
But Veer holds my hand. I look at him, confused, but he gives me a reassuring blink and forwards some papers to me. "Sign them, dear wifey," he says. "I can't," I protest. "Yes, you can," he insists, pushing me. "But- no buts, sign them," he says, and I accept my defeat and sign the papers.
"Inayat," Papa passes me the microphone. "Thank you. I have made a decision that I will sign off my will in the name of an orphanage. So, the kids can achieve their goals. They don't have to suffer like me. I want them to stay happy, and in the end, this whole fight will end," I say, signing my will papers and handing them to Mahir Bhai. "Thank you, everyone, for coming to today's press conference," I say, and head towards the exit.
We're all currently sitting for dinner. Everyone is so happy today. "Inayat beta, we have to start shopping for the wedding," Maa says. "Ji Maa, when do you want to go?" I ask, sipping my water.
"We can start from tomorrow. We only have a week left because there are also other functions before the wedding, such as Mehndi, Sangeet, and Haldi, so we need to finalize everything this week only," Maa explains. "Okay, no problem," I say with a smile.
"Inayat bache, you can join the company after the marriage, and you can work in the same cabin as Mahir," Dadu suggests. "Ji Dadu," I replied, giving him a tight smile.
"Veer, I need an event planner here at the mansion tomorrow for the decorations," Maa tells Veer, who is sitting beside me. "Okay, Mom," he agrees.
"Bhabhi, do you want to prepare a dance for the Sangeet?" Niya asks. "I don't know, I have to ask the doctor first," I say. "Don't worry, Inayat, you will dance," Mahir Bhai assures me. "How?" I ask.
