Royal's Prized Possession

Messed up💫

Hey roses, I wanted to update yesterday as it was your author's birthday and i wanted to give something to you all but couldn't because:
1. I was too busy due to my birthday.
2. The targets was not completed.

I don't know why you guys don't complete the targets. It will hardly take a second to click on the star button and a minute to type 1-2 comments. There are almost 250-300 views on the chapters but the votes are not even 50 and about comments, leave it.

Now its too much. This is the last time I am updating like this. From next time I want the targets to fulfill otherwise no updates.

Targets
Vote: 50
Comment: 32

I want inline comments.

Please silent readers, vote and comment. I don't want my loyal readers to suffer because of you all. Please.

Happy reading🎀
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SHAARVIKA'S POV

“Please na, bhaiya.”

I winned, trying to take my ipad from him. He moved his hand more away from me and said sternly “No baby, you need to rest.”

“But-” “I said no. I will send the email to the HR on behalf of you.” He cut me in the middle and made me lie down on bed, holding my shoulders. I huffed lying down with an angry pout on my lips.

It has been 3 hours since I woke up again after having a peaceful and comfy nap with dadda. After I woke up I got fresh up and had a light meal which my elder brother feeded me though I didn't feel like eating. I tried doing some work after eating but I couldn't as I was feeling really weak.

Now when I am feeling a bit okay, my brother who has been beside me since dadda left for company due to an urgent work, is not letting me do anything and asking to sleep.

I sighed tiredly and closed my eyes letting exhaustion and weakness consume me.

I lay on my stomach getting curled up with one hand below my face and the other clutching the duvet, trying to get into a comfortable position as sleep was nowhere near.

Sighing loudly, I opened my eyes and laid again on my back.

“Kya hua?” I heard bhaiya asking. I looked toward him and found him already looking at me while setting my ipad aside. “Neend nahi aa rahi hai.” I said, grabbing my phone from the nightstand.

“Hmm. Kyo nahi neend aa rahi hai aapko.” He asked, getting up from the couch, coming toward me. “Tch, meri neend already puri ho chuki hai aur ab mujhe thoda thik bhi lag raha hai.” I said grumpily, making an irritated face.

He sat beside me and hugged me sideways. I rested my head on his shoulder, unlocking my phone while he kissed my crown affectionately. He started caressing my shoulder gently and also massaging in between. In the meantime I begin scrolling through some news to keep myself updated.

After scrolling for a while, a particular news article caught my attention. I clicked on it. As soon as it opened I began to go through it. My eyes widened in shock and lips parted as I read the sentence again written with bold letters.

Malhotra's youngest son, Dhurv Malhotra is no more. According to the reports, he died 10 days ago due to a sudden cardiac arrest.

I turned toward my brother who was busy with his mobile and asked “Bhaiya, Dhurv Malhotra is dead?” He looked toward me and nodded saying “Yes, he was killed.” “Ooh, achha hi hua.” I said casually. “Hmm, sahi bola, he deserved to die.” He replied, keeping his phone back in his pocket.