When two worlds collide then chaos ensures. But in these chaos something new could bloom. Something good.
Ishvari kumari Chandra Rajya Singh and Kim Namjoon were people's of pole apart. This story explores the journey of the most surprising love.
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Netaji Shubash Chandra Airport.
A private jet could be seen standing in the run way. The cabin crew are meticulously preparing for the pre flight scheduled.
The staffs are diligently checking for any faults in the flight which need to be repaired. The pilots could be seen of checking the equipments properly.
At that very moment a car could be seen approaching the driveway. Everyone simply lined up and prepared themselves for the formal greetings.
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No one needed to know who was the owner of the sedan. That luxury Benz-Mercedes 580 could only be exclusively owned by a single individual.
The princess.
Y/n kumari chandra Rajya Singh.
The chauffeur hurriedly got down the car. Opening the door, a young woman came out.
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All the cockpit and cabin crew simply lined up and said their greetings.
"We greet Her royal highness the first Princess of the nation".
"Greetings to my subjects. I hope we have a pleasant journey " Y/n simply greeted them back.
Time skip
Y/n could be seen sitting beside the window and looking outside. Her eyes looked a little unfocused for some princess who is always known for her quick reflex and alertness.
Suddenly a glass is kept infront of her. Looking up you noticed it is one of your close aids and Personal assistant Rekha.
"Drink some Champagne Y/n. It will make you feel bettter" Rekha said. "I am doing absolutely fine without any alcohol" You replied back. "Are you having any troubles ?" Rekha asked you tentatively.
"Grandpa is trying to find me a fiance. But I am still not ready to be with one" You said about your worries.
"It will be a political marriage. You can go on to your separate lifes in private. And there is no obligations of living together in the same estate, so you could be free". Hearing Rekha's words brought a frown to your face. She is not wrong but it also did not seemed right. Many of your uncles, aunts and cousins marriages are like this. But you just could not accept the fact.
"Rekha marriage is not a choice. It is a duty. When I marry someone. It's my duty and responsibility to love and care for someone. At least an amicable relationship should be there".
"I am happy to know you have this insights on the prospect of marriage still being not interested in love". Rekha said and looked at you. "Oh look we have reached the capital city".
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Sitting in the car you could see the common people waving and welcoming you. It really feels good to come back to the place you grew up with.
The feeling of returning home is something which is quite same for all people of different caste, creed or race. You feel your heart welled up with joy seeing the happy faces of the people.
Slowly your car enters the main palace.
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Umaid bhawan royal palace.
The main palace really recalls back all the childhood memories of your life. Good memories and bad memories. Gliding through the pavement, you see your full family and servants waiting for you.
