The Royal Deal

30.

I am stuck.
Stuck between staying and
tearing myself apart.
-Shaina Singhania.

*****

Shaina Singh Shekhawat.

I want to go home.

I felt like shouting it in the faces of these fuck ass Royals who cannot let a woman sleep in peace.

It's fucking five in the morning and like a clown I'm decked up in a georgette pastel green anarkali which has embroidered handiwork.

Groaning to myself I forced myself to wear some kajal in my eyes to make my eyes presentable. I put minimal effort in my makeup because who the fuck wakes up at four to fucking do her makeup?!

I grumpily stomped out of the closet with my white handbag absolutely annoyed with everyone and everything.

It's our reception today which was delayed because that bitchy Queen thought it was funny to go around the world in the first two weeks of her step son's marriage and come back exactly on the thirteenth day and announce the wedding reception.

Did Anyone Ask The Bride? Or The Groom?

No!

Why?

Kyuki hum dono pati patni toh gawar hain. We're just running multi dollar companies without brains.

(Because both of us are dimwits.)

I am so pissed right now. Not only because I wasn't fully prepared for this wedding reception and to wake up this early in the morning but also because I hear nothing from the board.

It's been four freaking days!

Yesterday, I also thought that they just rejected the resignation without any questions asked but much to my dismay that didn't happen. A dollar for the right answer; I made more enemies than friends to establish my power.

I grumble some incoherent words for his entire bloodline and for the board members for not responding to my resignation.

I'm assuming my power in Singhania Fashion till it's officially frozen by the board for the time being. So, yes, I am still taking decisions, still ruling the fashion empire I built.

I grab my mobile phone from my side of the bed and scrunch my nose looking at the messy bed. Just as I bent forward to adjust the bed, the door of our room opened and my very handsome husband stepped in the room decked in a white kurta and dhoti busy on his mobile phone.

"Are we ready to go?" He asked me without looking up and I wanted to tell him that, we weren't and I have a much better plan for our morning to be spent.

And damn me! He's so fine.

But would he not feel cold?

My eyes scrutinized on the fabric of his clothes and I realised it wasn't cotton but still, it was thin. What if he falls ill?

Straightening up, I pushed my hair behind my ear and I didn't do anything to them, they were just left open for air dry.

"Yes, we're ready to go but would you not feel cold? The weather isn't nice." I asked him, drawing his attention to me from his mobile phone and his lips parted the moment his eyes landed on me.

Yeah? If he comes to jump my bo-

You're going to a temple! Have some shame.

Right.