Yuvraj Singh Yadhuvanshi is a strikingly handsome yet ruthless mafia king, a billionaire whose life is steeped in darkness and intimidation. He revels in the thrill of the chase, pursuing his enemies with a sadistic pleasure, torturing them until th...
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Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on my face just as the alarm began to blare, its shrill sound grating on my nerves. I groggily turned off the alarm and sat up, stretching my arms with a smile as I said to myself, "New morning, new day." I took a moment to breathe in the possibilities, hoping that everything would go smoothly today.
After gathering my thoughts, I made my way to the bathroom for a refreshing shower, emerging thirty minutes later, feeling rejuvenated. I slipped into a vibrant yellow kurti paired with trousers and a matching dupatta, ready to embrace the day ahead.
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I approached my dressing table and adorned myself with some elegant silver earrings and a sleek watch. After applying moisturizer, I carefully added a touch of mascara and a hint of tint to my cheeks, finishing off with a nude lipstick.
Today, I felt a surge of happiness because Ruhanika and I were finally going to hang out together after what felt like ages.
Once I was satisfied with my look, I took one last glance in the mirror before leaving the room. A wave of nervousness washed over me, as it often did each morning before stepping into the dining area. There was an unsettling feeling that something was about to happen, but I pushed the thoughts aside, whispering to myself, "Think positively, Ishita."
With a deep breath, I made my way to the dining room and settled into a chair, serving myself breakfast. Just as I was about to take a bite, my stepmother's voice sliced through the air.
"Looks like the princess is awake," she remarked, and my heart sank. This was exactly what I dreaded. "Why do you adorn yourself so much?" she continued, her tone dripping with disdain. I remained silent, hoping to avoid confrontation. "Looks like someone is going to hang out with boys," she added, a condescending tone lacing her words.
I quickly responded, "I'm just going to college, nothing else," and began to eat, though my appetite had vanished.
Moments later, she probed again, "Are you going out with your boyfriend?" I was about to respond when my father chimed in, "What do we expect from her? She's just like her mother." A sinister smirk curled on Seema's lips.
