Abeer Malhotra , a 6'2 male with bossy attitude and arrogance is the CEO of famous multimillionaire company Malhotra industries and corporations and King of Rajasthan .He is short tempered and egoistic manner sometimes even scares his beloved famil...
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Author POV
Mehek's morning began like any other, yet today felt different—there was a shift in the air, an unsettling tension mingled with strange excitement. She woke up to the harsh realities that had long become routine and braced herself as she prepared for the day. Her reflection in the mirror didn't surprise her—dark circles under her eyes, the result of countless nights spent trying to survive in a household where love was conditional, or worse, non-existent.
Descending the grand staircase of her home, she was greeted not with silence, but with hushed laughter and an unusual commotion coming from the dining room. She stopped midway, hearing voices—her stepmother, Sunita, was speaking in a voice dripping with affection, an act only reserved for her precious daughter, Riya.
As Mehek entered the room, the sight of her stepmother feeding Riya sweets with a self-satisfied smile on her face made her pause. They were glowing with pride, but the moment they noticed her standing at the door, the warmth vanished. Sunita's eyes turned cold as she tossed a disapproving glance in Mehek's direction. Yet, behind that frigid gaze, Mehek caught something—pride.
With a sickly-sweet tone, Sunita announced, "The royal family is coming to see my daughter. Everything needs to be perfect." The air of arrogance clung to Riya, whose heavily made-up face was frozen in a practiced pout, her eyes flashing superiority.
Mehek said nothing. She'd long learned that resistance was futile in this house. Without a word, she moved to handle the household work, ensuring that every detail was in place for the guests who would soon arrive. The faint smile tugging at the corners of Sunita's lips as Mehek worked was not lost on her. They always took satisfaction in making her feel lesser, but today, it didn't sting as much. Mehek had grown numb to it.
Meanwhile, across the city, Abeer Malhotra wiped the sweat from his brow after an intense gym session. It was his morning ritual—a routine that kept him grounded. As he opened the door to his spacious room, he found his grandfather sitting on the couch, looking unusually serious. The sternness in Mr. Malhotra's eyes spoke volumes even before a word was exchanged.
Abeer raised a brow, toweling off the last remnants of his workout. "Something on your mind, Dadaji?"
His grandfather exhaled deeply, the weight of his words evident before they even left his mouth. "We're going to see a bride's family today. You'll be joining us."
The tone was firm, leaving no room for debate. It wasn't a request—it was an order.
Abeer sighed. He knew this day would come, but he hadn't expected it so soon. "Alright," he agreed, surprising his grandfather, who had anticipated more resistance. It wasn't that Abeer wanted to settle down or that he was excited about this visit. It was more that he had long accepted his role in the family. Fighting it only prolonged the inevitable.
By noon, the Malhotra family was on their way to the Sharma mansion. The ride was quiet except for the occasional polite exchange between Abeer's mother and grandfather. When they arrived, they were greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Sharma at the grand entrance. Mrs. Sharma, always the master of pretense, put on her most gracious smile.
