A woman stood before the mirror, adjusting the fitted emerald gown. Emerald was her family colour - the symbol of the power the Singhanias held as the royals.
As reached over her vanity, she applied her makeup, creating an intimidating look : smokey eyes and deep red lips adding a touch to her dark feminine aura.
Putting on her heels , she took out a dagger from her bedside drawer. Presenting the future heir with a dagger was a tradition in her mother's side of family . While the handle embedded with emeralds indicated her father's legacy.
She strapped the dagger to her thigh, hiding it from the preying eyes. She once again faced the mirror, checking out her look for the night.
The emerald gown, hugging her figure in all the right places. The slit in the gown exposing on of her legs. She has always been insecure about her thick thighs. Her favourite silver necklace shaped in form of a snake, resting at her neck Dark hair in waves , pinned back by a silver hairpin in the shape of snake - a family heirloom.
Satisfied with her look she left the mansion owned by her in Italy - a birthday gift she received from her father when she turned 18. She turned on the engine of her black Bugatti veryon, and the car drove away into the city life. Although she grew up in India, she always wanted to visit Italy. So her father gifted her a mansion in Italy along with a private jet so she could visit whenever she wants.
Soon she completed her degrees in business and joined the Italy branch of The Singhania hence she spends most of her year in Italy.
While she was driving towards the event she was supposed to attend, her thoughts were clouded by the possible outcomes of the event.
"Remember my dove, people can't handle a woman in power. They will try to bring you down in every possible way they can. Don't let them. Keep your head high and show them who Aarna Roy Singhania is. And who she is - is the most powerful woman I have ever seen. After your mother of course. And remember, whatever happens, your father is always there for you."
Sometimes she felt like getting buried under the weight of responsibilities and expectations she held as the eldest child. But that's who she was. She has dreamt of owning the position as the head of The Singhania and the mafia since she was six. She once accidentally walked into her father , torturing a man for information and that little six year old became fascinated with the idea of using a dagger.
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As soon as she entered the hall, all eyes went towards her. Her emerald gown swaying with each confident step. Keeping her head high, she ignored the hushed whispers and conversations. She already knew what they were about - her being a the future female heir to one of the most powerful families in the world. Amongst all the royals, the Indian mafia held the highest position.
Taking the drink from the nearby waiter, she scanned the room. She could feel someone's eyes on her , turning around she saw him.
(A/n : Ik the chapters are short but I will post longer chapters as soon as I can 😭)
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Duplicity
Romantik𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑭𝑴𝑪 𝒙 𝑰𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝑴𝑪 "I hate you Elio Sinclair. I hate your existence. Your voice. everything!!" "And I hate you too my sunshine" ----------- "Will you give me the privilege of being your husband by accepting this proposal...
