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AUTHOR'S POV
On a chilly, lethargic day in New York City, a young woman in her twenties was huddled under the covers, trying to catch some peaceful sleep. The same moment, her alarm decided to enter the scene with a loud, high-pitched noise.
The shriek sound caused her to release an irritated sigh .
She quickly tried to reach out the sound from under the covers to turn it off. The girl in question is none other than , IKSHITA SINGHANIA the captivating princess of Singhania, residing incognito in New York on her own.
She glanced out from under the duvet, peeking her one eye out., grabbed her phone, and checked the time. Glancing at the phone displaying 8:30 AM, the final alarm she set, she lets out a muffled scream and quickly says her morning prayer before preparing for the day. Using one hand, she removed her clothes while using the other hand to brush her teeth. She quickly ate her simple breakfast of just orange juice and toast. Next, she grabbed her purse as well as the shopping bags filled with school supplies, plush toys, and snacks she purchased the day before, then headed to the church in her car.
IN CHURCH,
During church service, She welcomed the church leader with a big, radiant smile and inquired about the kids at the shelter homes. The children excitedly greeted their "Iiki," a name they used to feel connected to her. They had fun spending time with her and she had fun playing with them. She then distributed the gifts she had brought for them, creating maximum happiness among the children. The atmosphere was resonating with their cheerful laughter. While she was playing and chatting, her best friend Aliya called to let her know that they were going to India for her father's best friend's wedding, and forwarded her father's message to her.
"Hello Aliya, Kindly ask ikshita to call us. We have been trying to call her for a while .
Also you guys are coming to India next week.
It's my best friend's daughter's wedding and You both girls have to attend with us. I won't be taking any excuses this time. See you soon"
Aliya's call made ikshita scream and chirped with happiness and excitement. The thought of going to India always brought her joy, as she had a strong desire to visit the country, although her father and brother never allowed her to do so. The country she is a citizen of but has not visited in the last twelve years.
Meanwhile, In Sydney, in a different part of the world, a dangerous encounter was taking place in a large, cold hall. A large oval table is encircled by different CEOs, the chairman, and a few mafia dealers, with the King sitting at the head with all his power and dominating aura. The frigid man was close to losing his patience during the empty encounter with individuals voicing pointless opinions. Finally, he reached his breaking point and rose with his commanding presence, declaring in a cold tone that could strike fear into anyone, "End the meeting and execute those who defy the king." He announced this and walked out of the hall, with his assistant and PA following behind.
Later in the evening, he received a call from his mother to attend the big fat Indian wedding of his father's best friend. He politely declines his mother's proposal, but later he becomes intrigued when he sees the other wedding guests, his lack of interest turns into a sinister smile on his handsome face—the time he had been waiting for had arrived. It was now his turn to carry out his dangerous scheme, the sole objective he had in mind when he assumed control of the empire from his father.
He instructs his personal assistant to prepare his private jet for departure to India promptly, signalling the start of his strategy. After he was comfortable in his jet, he dials Vishal, his closest friend since childhood, who has always been there for him through thick and thin. The phone rings with Vishal's cheerful voice and loud DJ music in the background, saying
"hello fucker, Yaad aa gayi tujhe meri, ab kisko marna hai??"
He responds in a nonchalant tone, "Mark the beginning of the destruction of the Singhania empire, the princess is coming to India, make the arrangements."
The further days passed in a glimpse, Ikshita shopped for a wedding and researched various places to visit in India online, feeling elated about the prospect of visiting her country.
The following day, she got on the SINGHANIAS Private jet along with Aliya. Being under the cold air of the Air conditioner in the jet, she was sweating and her legs were shaking.
Aliya noticed this and understood her friend's anxiety. She attempted to reassure her that despite her efforts, Ikshita was still worried about convincing her father to allow her to join the business and showcase her skills.
Despite being aware of her father and brother's protective and extra-caring behaviour tendencies, she was determined to experience the harsh realities of the world. She desired to be recognized as a self-reliant, powerful, and accomplished entrepreneur, instead of just being seen as a privileged member or a pampered princess of the Singhania family. She aimed to establish her own reputation, not relying on any inheritance from her family, striving to achieve fame through her own efforts.
She was drowned in the pool of her thoughts when Aliya shook her shoulder, making her aware of their landing, where both of their lives were going to have a 360-degree turnover.
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This is my first time writing, I hope you like it .
Don't forget to give your opinions and share your suggestions with me.
Aur story pasand aaye to like to aap kar hi doge, see you in the next chapter ..
inki pheli meeting and bickering. till the time, Byyee
