Prepare to be swept away on a journey of laughter, tears, and unexpected twists as Dhriti and Rudransh discover that sometimes, the greatest love stories are the ones we least expect.
Welcome to "Oye Rajvanshi: A Royal Romance."
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"Abe behen—"
"Dhriti!" Sameer's sharp glare was on me, like he hadn’t dropped a long cuss just a second ago. Hypocrite much?
"What?!" I snapped back, annoyed at his holier-than-thou attitude. We were both guilty of this mess.
We were standing outside the boss's office—Srikant Bedi. Remember how we thought we were being all sneaky, trying to get some dirt on the office walls? Yeah, well, guess who saw us? Our grumpy boss. So now here we are, waiting like kids called to the principal's office after trying to raid the cookie jar.
Srikant sir, well into his fifties, is our senior and kind of acts like a father figure. He’s strict, no-nonsense, and grumpy as hell, but underneath it all, he’s got a heart. You could say he’s a tough love incarnate. He’ll chew us out, but he’ll also go out of his way to protect us when the world’s ready to bite.
My mother keeps saying I’m turning into him—grumpy and more reserved than I used to be. CBI fever, she calls it.
The truth is, I was the most extroverted, lazy piece of work you'd ever seen. A complete IDGAF-I-Will-Speak-Whats-in-my-mind type.
But cases... cases got me. Investigating, solving mysteries, all of it dragged me into this job.
And here I am—twenty four months in—and I’ve already changed. I used to rant, whine, and say whatever came to mind. Now? I speak only when needed. It's a damn hectic job. My friends complain about how distant I’ve become, but what do I tell them? I also want weekends off, family trips, lazy afternoons, but no—this job doesn’t allow for that. They call you whenever they want, holiday or not.
You’d think, why’s she whining? It’s a government job, she’s got it made.
But bitch, it’s not a 9 to 5. It’s 24/7. And yes, I’m human—I get tired. The joke is, I told them I needed a break, and now they’ve made me review charge sheets for two months straight. Sameer and I are dying of boredom.
After hearing this rant, you would say,
chahiye kya behen tujhe? What do you actually want sister?
The answer is :
I don't know myself
"It's your fault," I pinched him. "Who told you to scream? We could’ve overheard something useful!"
He glared back, "It was a spider! What was I supposed to do?"
"Not scream, maybe?" I rolled my eyes. "You wouldn’t have become Spider-Man if it bit you."
He groaned, "I wish I was Spider-Man. At least I’d be away from you and not scared out of my mind about getting suspended."
"You signed up for this mess," I shot back. "I didn’t force you to come along."
