Sacrifice, that's what we do
for the people we love.
-Unknown
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Singhania Empire,
Head Office.
Later that day.
Shaina Singhania.
Anger.
Raw betrayal.
Stupid.
All the emotions surged through my veins because my own father wanted to tear through my attitude and see me down on my knees redeeming my attitude towards those bloody royals.
The lift I was standing in with Mridula by my side was spacious but it suffocated me. My lungs constricted and my chest clenched.
Earlier this evening when Yuvraaj asked me that if I'm cent percent sure I'll never come around after his father is convinced to let go of this deal, I nodded in a heartbeat. I told him that if I ever did, I'll be vulnerable and I am rarely vulnerable.
Guess what? I AM VULNERABLE. Just a few hours after saying that I hate my own vulnerability.
A clenching pain consumed my chest and I stared back into my eyes through my reflection on the doors of the lift. Emptiness, aching emptiness mocked the Shaina who stood integrated before the people much powerful than her.
That bastard Yuvraaj Shekhawat, he must be taking pleasure in watching that hope in my eyes which would meet its end by crumbling beneath his little finger. Since when did anything that relates to me became that fragile? That an influential man who's a narcissistic asshole could crumble it?
"Shaina." Mridula's soft voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I looked at her. She gestured towards the open doors of the lift and my eyelids burned with sensation, my nose stung and my head felt light.
My emotions are never expressive. I rarely laugh freely or cry freely. It's a task for me to cry, get my emotions channelled through my tears. Yet, I feel like wailing, the ache in my chest was furiously unbearable.
I nodded at her. Mindlessly I stepped out of the lift and the only thing in my head was a conversation I once had with Sid on loop.
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"Sid, are you listening?" I threw a paper ball at him but did he care? Absolutely not. I sipped water to keep myself from throwing it on his face.
We are planning such an important event and he's lost. Fucking moron.
"I think I love her." He mumbled and the water I drank spurted out. He loves who? Oh, his girlfriend.
"Natasha?" I asked him through my cough and he offered his handkerchief to me and I gladly accepted it
"Who else?" His eyebrows furrowed and I wiped water from myself while a huge smile etched on my face. Finally this idiot acknowledges his feelings for her.
"I don't think I can see my future without her anymore." He whispered and I stared at him. His relationship with Natasha is majorly materialistic and she's most likely to break his heart and I'm most likely to tear her apart if she does. Yet I smiled in encouragement at him. They love each other and that's enough
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The Royal Deal
RomanceIt was supposed to be a marriage. A contract marriage. A simple deal beneficial to two families. But she hated it, she hated objectifying herself for the greed of her father. She hated the feeling of losing from a bunch of strangers who didn't co...
