So I'm not fully recovered but still many were asking for update so here it is. Next update when your guys complete the target. ~800 votes and 200 comments.
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(After four days)
It's been four days since Ekaksh left after that breakfast not that I care it's good to be not near that monster disguise in man's flesh, It's better without him around, though there's one problem-I'm dying to talk to my parents. After he left, I tried using Myra's phone several times to call them, but every number I dialed was unreachable, and it's driving me insane, and I'm very worried.
I'm sure this is Ekaksh fucking Rathore's doing. The only thing I know for certain is that they've been informed about my marriage, as Ekaksh told me. But I can't help but wonder what their reaction was. My mother must be crying, my brother must be sad and scared, and about my father i don't really know.
Without him here, I've tried to get familiar with the palace to know where exactly I'm, but it's so vast my feet ache from walking. It's not even fully explored, and I doubt I'll ever manage to see every corner. His grandmother still throws looks my way, but I couldn't care less. His mother, on the other hand, is somewhat sweet maybe can't judge the person who gave birth to a monster, they have kept their distance since that breakfast-and for that, I'm nothing but grateful.
As for the men in the house, if I'm being honest, they're terrifying, especially his uncle, Ajit Rathore, he carries the air of authority and coldness around him, Of course, none of them come close Ekaksh when it comes to being the epitome of cold, threatening authority. His father, Aniruddha Rathore, remains a mystery to me. He's rarely around, mostly tied up with work at the company. Shock would be an understatement I felt after discovering he's the president of the Regal Emporium. This family's wealth and royalty stretch back for centuries, but if only wealth could measure a person's goodness... Because in this house, all the riches and royal blood don't make anyone's heart any kinder,
Power loves to dominate the weak, and this family is no exception. I used to think royalty mean standing for justice, protecting the vulnerable, but they are far from that. Their wealth and title don't make them righteous; instead, it seems to have distanced them from the values they should uphold. It's all a facade-beneath the surface, they're just as flawed, if not more, as the rest of us.
I used to dream, as a child, about being born into a royal family after watching Disney movies-imagining ballrooms, grand castles, and a life of ease with several people at my service.
But reality is far more brutal than those fantasies, there are people for service but it feels more like a cage than a privilege to me. Despite all their richness, the family feels empty, broken from the inside. Every morning, they gather around the breakfast table, but barely anyone speaks more than something about work. It was always Myra and Avyaan who would bring some life into the room. But now, Avyaan hasn't been home in two days, and Myra is caught up in her college practices.
