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& here I'm, standing in front of the mirror, with a number of stylists running here & there, doing their work like robots. Not like I'm going to initiate a talk, for I'm super-duper nervous for this party.

Now this party has also added a big news to it's list, a recent big deal Dad signed with a U.S. delegation!

& today the day has come, & only God knows how much have I suffered these five days! Dad himself took me to several showrooms, & kept on rejecting all the gowns shown over there, along with a super-choosy Inayat, who was not at all helpful, but she only rose the confusion & mess there.

Some were too showy, so much so that I was flustered at even the thought of wearing them, others were too packed, others too flashy, & the rest neither Dad's nor my type!

I never knew selecting a single piece of cloth can be so fussy! I never liked shopping & now I hate it from the core of my existence!

Previously my so called ex-friends pulled me to the malls & brought whatever they liked for me, & before that it was always Mamma or Daddy who brought clothes for me. I was, & am just interested in jewelry, that too just anklets! I love their design, the way they jingle softly & the way they look on my feet!

& that wasn't just it! Dad made me select every single thing related to this party. Venue was a huge resort which was changed to our Mansion on my thoughts, as Dad calls it, & then every single recipe was made to be chosen by me. In fact I even chose what Dad will wear, for he thinks my choice is good, & I was awed by his hugest closet!

Even Vivaan's closet is small in front of Dad's closet, & the wat it's so neatly & perfectly arranged makes me feel ashamed of my messy closet. But why am I thinking of that bastard? Let's forget him... only if I could actually forget him... Ahm, so where were we???

Yes, I'm ever confused in even choosing what to wear, even if I've got just two dresses with me, & I never made such decisions by myself, but now Dad made me take all of them, & thanks to my useless & irritating brothers who refused to help me! I think I need to show them the stings of their so called honeybee, aka me!

& today is the day, of my b'day & also me being declared as Dad's heiress. I doubt if I deserve all this, but one look at Dad's expecting, proud & happy russet eyes, & I know that even if I don't deserve it, I'll have to become deserving, for his sake!

I know I can do it, in fact I can do anything if I can survive this much in my life, but yet I'm super nervous for this day will change my entire life.

Till now I was Aisha Mathur for the world, whom they trampled easily under their feet, but now I'll be declared as AISHA MATHUR KHAN, a girl who is a Princess born to rule as Dad puts it!

Aren't these things too much for the poorest soul like me? Aren't they really too quick? I don't know anything, I'm just confused!

"Mam, you can wear the gown!" spoke a stylist as I smiled at her & rushed in & saw the beautiful & delicate piece & worn it & then stood in front of the mirror.

It's a beautiful net gown, the lightest shade of blue, off-shoulder with an inch net stripes at both sides, with a beautiful sweetheart neckline. It's fitted tightly till my waist, below it, it's beautifully flary, giving it a perfect Princess look.