♛ The Mafia King & The Royal Princess ♛
"You are always being so optimistic, bright and cheerful." He says, staring at me intensely with his magical grey eyes.
My heart literally skips a beat with his gaze, and I feel my cheeks getting warm in shyne...
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Note: I have changed the rating of this story to ‘Mature’. I have been wanting to change the rating for a long time because of the violence, mafia theme, strong language and all. And now I also have written their romance a bit mature, only a little bit, but still if anyone is uncomfortable, please refrain from reading that part in this chapter.
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I feel muddled seeing the unfamiliar environment around me as I wake up from a very tiring sleep. I sit up with a bit of difficulty, my body feeling heavy and almost numb. Jesus! Who in the world of cupcakes is jumping on my head?
I groan aloud, my hands gripping my head on the sides trying to relieve the pain. What happened to you, Riddhu?
No idea. She replies.
My inner-self words perplex me more and I try to think what I remember at last. It all flashes in my head like a film. The party, the jealousy, the dance, the almost kiss and the drinks.
Oh god! I got drunk with Krystal.
I remember vaguely about punching Aryan and laughing with everyone but beyond that I can't recall anything. My mind is totally clouded with fog and hefty. So it's true that you would forget everything you have done when you were drunk once you got sober. Wah!
I look around the room in which I am staying currently. It is a massive room with modern-touched furniture, the dark coloured curtains are drawn over the walls which I guessed to be of glasses. The bed is so big and plush with black covered pillows and a super soft mattress. If I am not in a headache now, I would have jumped on the bed like it was a trampoline.
This room is definitely not in our mansion because I had seen everyone's rooms in the family except for Ishani, Aryan and Krystal’s but there is no chance I am laying in any of their beds now.
Holy Moly Mother of Cupcakes! Have I been kidnapped again?
Nooo! I panic to myself and get down from the bed, or more like jump down from it as it is a bit high to my reach. My eyes then fall on the bright-coloured paper note stuck on the bedside table, I take it in my hands and squint my eyes to read what is written there.
