A Glimpse of Red

Heir and Jewel

Today, Nitya wasn’t traveling to France to fix the mischief her younger siblings, Ishaan and Ishika, had caused—no, this time was different. She was heading to Paris to support her beloved maasi sa, Preeti Singhania, for the grand launch of “Bhumi,” a new line of jewelry under the Singhania empire. A brand steeped in a fusion of French elegance and Indian heritage, it had already created waves in the fashion world. And who better to be the face of this campaign than a real princess?  

As Nitya's private jet touched down on the runway in Paris, Riyansh Singhania, now the CEO of Singhania Industries, waited at the exit, flanked by his entourage. Clad in an Armani suit tailored exclusively for him, Riyansh looked every bit the stylish tycoon he had grown into. The sharp cut of his suit reflected his meticulous attention to detail, especially when it came to fashion. His eyes glinted with calm and little mischief as he saw Nitya step out of the plane. 

"Look who’s here," Riyansh greeted her with a playful smirk. "Our hot-headed princess herself—Princess Nitya Ranjith Singh Rajput." 

Nitya, always unflinching, removed her sunglasses and locked eyes with him. "Ram Singh," she addressed her most trusted bodyguard, "do you think someone’s forgotten his last defeat?" 

Riyansh’s teasing demeanor softened for just a moment, his eyes filled with admiration. "My heart is ready for as many defeats as you’re willing to give, Princess." 

Their banter was interrupted by the ringing of Riyansh’s assistant’s phone. The assistant hesitated, seeking Riyansh’s approval to answer, and Riyansh waved him on. The call was from Preeti, who was wondering if Nitya had arrived, aware that her son had been too absorbed in the launch preparations to take her calls. 

"Let’s get going before your maasi sa starts chewing my ear off about keeping you waiting," Riyansh joked, leading the way as they all made their way to the Eiffel Tower, where the grand launch of Bhumi was about to take place. 

At the base of the iconic monument, Anmol and Preeti Singhania stood ready on stage, beams of pride on their faces as they prepared to introduce the world to their new venture. Preeti took the microphone, her voice filled with emotion as she addressed the crowd. 

“*Bhumi*—what does it mean? Is it our birthplace, or our bread earning place? For me, Bhumi means home, the place where I can be myself. As a proud Indian, I cannot deny that France is where I builted my career, but India has my heart. France gave me my son Riyansh—my pride. India gave me my daughter Nitya—my love. Today, I launch Singhania Jewellery, a fusion of French finesse and Indian heirloom designs..” 

Nitya and Riyansh stepped forward together—one radiating royalty, the other exuding charm and quiet confidence. Nitya, dressed in a stunning blue gown with red earrings that Preeti had gifted her on her 24th birthday, stood tall, the weight of her regal presence unmistakable. Though her face remained composed, those who knew her best, like Preeti, could see the pride she felt for her maasi sa shining through her icy exterior. 

As the crowd buzzed and cameras flashed, Nitya and Riyansh stood with their respective parents for the ribbon-cutting ceremony. It was a moment that blurred the lines between business and family. Preeti's heartfelt words had made it clear that, despite their public roles, they were bound by something far deeper than wealth or royalty. 

However, while everyone smiled, posing for the cameras, Nitya remained her usual stoic self. There was something impenetrable about her aura, something that even the photographers hesitated to challenge. No one dared ask her to smile. They all knew who she was—the fierce princess who single-handedly expanded the Rajput empire’s luxury hotel chain and restaurants across the globe. From her teenage years, she had been an integral part of the Rajput family’s board meetings, her opinions sharp and decisive. 

Her grandmother's aura and her father’s sharp eyes  had molded her into a protector of her family and their legacy. The stories of her involvement in the darker, underworld dealings of the business were whispered about, but never openly questioned. Nitya wasn’t just a princess—she was a warrior, guarding her family’s honor with an intensity that made even the bravest hesitate. 

As she stood there, regal and proud, the world admired her beauty, her power, and her undeniable strength. But those who truly knew her, like Riyansh and Preeti, understood that beneath the cold, controlled exterior was a heart fiercely loyal to her loved ones. Even though she was a symbol of royalty, Nitya remained grounded in her purpose—to protect, to lead, and to uphold the values that had shaped her life.