The Royal Misfit - z.m. [Major Reconstruction]

Escape

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****THREE MONTHS LATER****

Venus's p.o.v. :

"What?!!" I almost scream at my father's new revelation of plans. How could he do this? Without even once consenting me once? I am so not ready for this.

"C'mon V, I gave my words to them. They are the British Royals, we can't really make changes now. You are a good physiotherapist and you know that very well."

I ain't really anything good. I am a nurse and physiotherapist in training ; an year ago. I don't think I am ready to medicate such an important case.

"Exactly pops! They are The British Royals. I am not good enough for the the treatment of one of the royals." I plead him, giving my best 'puppy eyes' expression.

The British Royals -The Malik one of the richest family all over the world. Sporting Britain's Royal legacy adds more fame to their name. Maliks are billionaires for various reasons, they have their own enterprise- Malik Enterprises which has several franchises under their name; restaurants, hotels, companies, clothing line etc which are successfully running all across the world.

My pops is a very renowned physiotherapist, in fact the best. He stays busy most of the time and rarely takes any break.

So to spend some quality time with Ser, he rescheduled and too out time for one month holiday to France, to strengthen their relationship.

That was until he received a call from London- from the royals i.e. the Maliks and he had to catch a flight to London to observe the case.

Apparently there is an unexpected stimulation in the dislocated region of the patient and requires immediate special medical attention. Because according to pops, if given the right amount of treatment, the patient would recover eventually.

"You are leaving for London and that's final. The medical documents regarding the patient's complications are up there in your room princess."

I involuntarily flinch. Not at his stern tone but at the last word.

Princess. That used to be his last word before punishing me.

Pop's eyes widened due to realisation. "I-I am sorry V"

Pushing away the darkness of bad memories that starts to clog my mind, I muster up a huge bright smile and wrap my arms around him. Then kiss his shiny bald head "It's okay poppy pops".

Rolling his eyes, he chuckles at the dumb nickname I had given him during high school.

"Does that mean you are going to Britain?"

"Nope" I say pulling away and poking my tongue out at him.

Maturity right there people.

"Please? Can't you do a little favour for this old man? Look at it this way, it's London, you have never been there. It will be fun and will take your mind off of stuffs" he tries to convince me while scanning my face for any hint of approval.

Stuffs. Right.
Stuffs like my broken engagement.
Stuffs like my broken heart.
Stuffs like Ryan being a violent abuser.

"Does your silence means a yes?" He asks with hopeful eyes while I bite my inner cheek contemplating over the issue.

Ser and pops deserve this month off, they have been working so hard. They are the best parents one could ever ask for and are fantastic at their respective jobs. The breaking off of the engagement took a heavy toll, not just on me but also on my parents. They were my rock during all this time. I feel guilty for making them stressed because of this.