Dons of Punjab: Fluke of Reality✔️

chapter 6

Prabhneet Kaur

I still can't believe I'm finally here—in England!

The moment I stepped out of the airport, a cool breeze brushed against my face, and I took a deep breath, letting it all sink in. This was it. My new home for the next few months. The cars, the buildings, even the way people walked—it was all so different from New York. But the first thing that really caught my attention?

The accents.

I had heard British accents in movies and TV shows, but hearing them in real life? It was something else. Smooth, polite, and honestly... kind of hot. Every time someone spoke, it felt like music to my ears.

I chuckled to myself. If my brothers knew what I was thinking, they'd drag me back to New York before I could even unpack.

I pulled out my phone and sent a quick message in our family group chat.

Prabh: "Landed safely! England is beautiful. Miss you all already. 😢❤️"

Within seconds, my siblings started responding.

Deep Paji: "Good. Stay safe. And remember what I told you—no British munde!"

Sunny Paji: "Send pics! But if I see you standing too close to any guy, we're flying over there."

Gunu Didi: "Ignore them. Have fun, Prabh! You deserve this experience. ❤️"

I smiled at their messages. My family could be overprotective, but I knew it was just their way of showing love.

I was lucky—Kanwar jiju had an apartment in the city, so I didn't have to worry about rent. When I arrived, I took a long shower, changed into comfy clothes, and flopped onto the bed.

I'm really here.

The thought made me both excited and nervous. Next week, my classes would start, but for now, I had an entire week to explore.

My first stop? Westminster Abbey.

The next morning, I left the apartment early, determined to make the most of my day. London was breathtaking. The streets were full of life—people rushing to work, tourists taking pictures, street musicians playing soft melodies on their guitars. Small cafés lined the sidewalks, and the smell of fresh pastries and coffee filled the air.

I pulled out my phone and started recording a short video for my family.

Me: "Guys, this place is so pretty! Look at this street—" (I turned the camera to show the brick buildings and little red buses passing by) "—I feel like I'm in a movie."

I hopped on the Tube, London's subway system. It was cleaner and quieter than the New York subway, but the British announcements made me giggle.

"Mind the gap," a voice warned as I stepped off.

I had heard that phrase before, but hearing it in person felt different.

After a short walk, I finally arrived at Westminster Abbey. The moment I saw it, I stopped in my tracks.

Wow.

The massive church stood tall with intricate designs covering every inch. The stained-glass windows shimmered under the sunlight, and the towering spires made me feel tiny.

Inside, the air was cool and still. Tourists moved quietly, their voices hushed as if they didn't want to disturb the centuries of history surrounding them. I walked slowly, my eyes scanning the grand stone walls and memorials dedicated to kings, queens, poets, and scientists.