Chapter - 9 Daughter of lieutenant Jeon Jungkook and Princess Vasundhara

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(present 1985 - london)

"Hello, Jeon Mansion...." a servant picked up the phone

 "hi, Insia here can I speak to Princess vasundhara" Insia asked...

 "right now she's in kashmir" servant replied....


"In Kashmir?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid the mere act of speaking the words aloud might make them untrue.

"Yes, she's been residing there for some time now," the voice on the other end replied, its tone matter-of-fact.

Insia closed her eyes briefly, trying to digest the revelation.

"Thank you for letting me know," Insia said, as she hung up the phone..... 

"Ohhh noooo," Hoseok, looking distressed and bewildered, held his phone in his hand, his eyes widened in horror at the realization of his mistake. The atmosphere was filled with a mixture of panic and frustration as he let out a dramatic exclamation of despair.

Insia, equally baffled, inquired, "What happened, dude?"

"I accidentally booked a flight to Kashmir... instead of London... sigh
 Hit me as much as you want," Hoseok confessed, his face contorted with regret.

But instead of anger, Insia's reaction surprised him. With a heartfelt chuckle, she moved closer and enveloped him in a warm hug. Hoseok, his cheeks flushed with a sudden rush of embarrassment, stood frozen for a moment, before awkwardly patting her back.

"First time, your brain worked so well," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes, lightening the mood in the room. Despite the mix-up, her genuine smile and comforting gesture managed to alleviate Hoseok's anxiety, at least for the moment.....


(The next day - Kashmir)

The runway in Kashmir stretched out before them, surrounded by majestic mountains, their peaks kissed by the fading sunlight. As the plane touched down, Insia looked out the window and caught sight of an unexpected sight: Mr. Mehta, accompanied by a group of stern-faced police officers, standing near the arrival gate.

A sense of unease settled in Insia's chest as she disembarked from the plane. The air, usually filled with the scent of pine and the freshness of the mountains, now seemed heavy with tension. She exchanged a worried glance with Hoseok, her loyal companion on this journey.

"Ms. Insia... You've to come with us," Police officer's voice cut through the air, firm and commanding.

Insia felt a shiver run down her spine as she followed Mr. Mehta and the police officers, her mind racing with questions. 

Hoseok stood frozen for a moment, his eyes locked on the police van where Insia sat, her expression a mix of confusion and concern. As he fumbled for his phone, a new message illuminated the screen. The words were clear and concise: "Go to Srinagar and give the letter to the princess."

A rush of determination flooded through Hoseok. He knew he had to follow the instructions, no matter how perplexing they seemed. With a quick glance back at the van, he turned on his heels and headed towards the bustling city of Srinagar, his mind racing with questions about the mysterious letter and its intended recipient, the princess...... 

(at the police station)....

"Are you a spy from Pakistan?" 

Insia looked at the police officer in disbelief. "No, I'm not a spy! I'm just a university student. I don't understand why I'm being accused of such a thing."

The police officer continued to question her, his tone stern and suspicious. "We have received information that you were involved in suspicious activities. We need to verify your identity and intentions."

Insia felt a wave of frustration and fear wash over her. She knew she was innocent, but being accused of espionage was a serious matter. She tried her best to remain calm and composed, repeating her story about being a student and the misunderstanding regarding her presence in Kashmir.

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