The Royal Deal

4.

We all eat lies when
our hearts are hungry.
-Unknown

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Yuvraaj Singh Shekhawat.

"Sir, your father and the queen are to meet Miss Singhania, this afternoon." My PA spoke to me and my pen stopped working. My specs which slid down from their initial position to the end of my nasal bone provided me the natural vision of my assistant. I dropped my pen and removed my glasses as I stared dead into his eyes.

"I need you to run a background check on her. I want to know everything and how they even found a girl this fast." I ordered and he cleared his throat before he placed a file in front of me. My eyebrows rose in appreciation, not so surprisingly he's not fired yet.

"They didn't really have to put much effort into it, your highness. She's been traded... Promised to you for the sake of a deal by her father when Miss Singhania was merely ten and you were sixteen." He informed me and stacked another file on the previous one. I crossed my legs as I glared at the documents before me

"The king agreed to it and this is the signed copy of that agreement. Miss Singhania has always been under royal surveillance and her tabs reached your table every month. Besides she's probably unaware of it." My eyebrows furrowed and he placed another file on the other two

"Is that all, Roy?" I looked at him and he nodded
"Dismissed." I said and he vanished in thin air in seconds.

"Of course the king agreed to this proposal." I couldn't help but seethe. Her tabs reached my table every month? My eyebrows furrowed but lips flattened when I remembered the file reached my table every month from the king's office. The first page read S. Singhania and I discarded it each time. Damn me! I brought this upon myself, I had years to stop this.

I reached out for the three files Roy brought and flipped one of them open. Shaina Singhania. It read. The first thing that caught my attention was her photograph and I ended up staring at her for more time than I expected myself to.

She's like the sun kissed earth, with skin the color of golden honey that glows with warmth. Her russet brown eyes are deep pools of mystery, that can draw anyone in with their captivating gaze, like rich, melted chocolate swirling with confidence. Her lips that were stretched in a huge smile added the glow to her face, the make up couldn't. A candid photograph it was.

I blinked for a good one minute and tossed the picture on my desk. What the fuck? I went through her details and realised that she holds power and dad is going to mess with the wrong person. She competed with her twin brother in the race for the position of Chief Excutive Officer and won.

Her family background and their history of failed contract marriages tells me that she'll not agree to it and eventually make my work easier.

I fetched the agreement and moved to the part where clauses of termination were jotted down.

1. The contract can only be terminated in the condition of the mutual agreement between party A and party B.

2. In the case of disagreement of termination by any party, the profit earned with reference to the contract by the party demanding termination of the said contract, has to pay to the other party; within three months.

My eyebrows twitched at the second clause and flipped the accounts of this project open. The money made through this project is crazy to both parties. Singhanias blossomed crazily after this project and Shekhawats went two levels up than they already were. Closing to an eleven digit profit to party A, i.e., my father and nearly same numbers to party B, i.e., the Singhanias.