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Ikshita's POV
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What does this Akarsh Mehrotra think about himself?
I made a disgusted face at him.
And slayed my dance performance.
I won't lie, I got a little startled by his dance, like I didn't expect Mehrotra King to dance in a wedding sangeet with his rival's daughter.
This was strange, but who cares? I enjoyed myself at the function.
But then someone tugged on my wrist and dragged me far from the dance stage.
The person who dragged me forcefully was my brother; his hold on my wrist was so tight that I was scared,
My sensitive, fair skin must have had his fingerprints until now.
He stopped in a dark corner of the hall where people can't see us.
and the next moment, He Banged and roared upon me.
"Are you out of your mind? My dad and I strictly told you about the princess etiquette," he gritted his teeth and with a angry wild tone stopped to continue.
"What were you doing there, Hann, the Radha? You are the Radha??? You are damn a princess, the only daughter of Singhania. You are here for something else. If you are forgetting, dear sister,. This is not what we have brought you here for... You know what it was good that you were hidden; no one knows about your mere existence; you should have rotted there only. Why fucking did you come back?"
"Just a piece of thrash... You saw the luxuries, money, power, and lust of a handsome man, and you drew upon them, right? a fucking whore."
Till the time he completed, my eyes were glistening. No one, I repeat, no one, has ever yelled at me like this.
This man, whom I call my brother, just called me a piece of trash. Damn, he is true. Why did I come back? It was damn my mistake?
But then Gathering all my leftover courage and my self-confidence,
