Making all the wrong choices they ever had,
to end up being Royally Trapped.
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❛ Why are you acting this way? ❜
❛ I feel infuriated.❜
❛ And why is that so? ❜
❛ Because I can't figure out if I should scream at you or have you screaming for me.❜
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OKAY. OKAY. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.
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• first things first, here we are at the last chapter of royally trapped. it's weird to process but it is what it is. kabir & noor became an integral part of me, and they gave me immense joy. i remember writing the book in my house's living room with taarak mehta playing in the back ground, during my after uni-vacation. that's when i first started posting it.
• it's been a short and sweet journey, i have met so many new people and loved reading all your comments and views!
•this one's a bit important- everyone, even all the silent readers, it's my humble request if y'all could just drop in your REVIEWS/COMMENTS for today! it would make me the happiest. :)
• IMPORTANT: BONUS CHAPTERS - i have planned 2 bonus chapters already, but i want YOU ALL TO SUGGEST ME SOME MORE SCENARIOS IN WHICH YOU PICTURE NOOR AND KABIR- i am hosting a QNA on INSTAGRAM TONIGHT AT 7 PM, so PLEASE DROP IN YOUR SUGGESTIONS! (paintingmyfairytale)
• Bonus chapters would be posted after mid july! there's going to be one extremely smutty bonus, lol.
• EPILOGUE- on 3rd June
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For the final time, until the epilogue!
Happy Reading!
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"I am handing over my resignation, Kabir."
"I am sorry, Noor."
We utter the very moment we both see each other, the office floor was eerily quiet when the elevator I used to come up dinged loudly. The desks were empty, but the lights were still on. I knew Kabir was in his cabin as my father had informed me.
I hadn't bothered to knock, just pushed the door open to find my husband's chair and turned to face the window. He was seeing the sky, a habit I have realised he does when he is stressed or lost deep in his thoughts.
The closing of the door behind me had announced my arrival, and he had turned back sprightly. Our gazes had locked and even from afar, I could see the tempest of resistance and repentance, in his iris. It shone bright against the white and yellow light falling from the glass panel.
