The illegitimate daughter of a powerful businessman, she was sent to live with her six half-brothers after her father's sudden death.
The boys were born from privilege, pride, and perfectly manicured bloodlines. No one welcomed her. No one cared.
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The door of the car opened, and I stepped outside.
Without paying any heed to the media, I continue to move inside the hall.
"Mr. Aditya Singh Rajput, it is our pleasure that you took the time to attend this event."
I shook hands with Mr. Richard.
The event has already started.
I was in New York to attend a conference, and because Avni participated in La Manera Fashion Week. Earlier, attending this event was not on my list. But I got some free hours.
Mr. Richard was guiding me to the table in the front, but as the event had already started, I told him I had no problem sitting at the back.
"And now we are auctioning this beautiful, timeless vintage watch. The metal used to make it and the rare diamond embedded in it make it stand out. And this watch is special not because it is worn by some king or some important personality but because you would be the first to wear it."
A memory of the past crossed my mind.
Flashback
"Kabeer Bhai, take anything else, not my watch."
"I already told you that I would give it back after wearing it for some time." Kabeer said smugly, adjusting the dial on his wrist.
She ran quickly and blocked Kabeer's path.
"Give it back," she said in her stern tone, trying to sound intimidating.
But instead she was looking far from frightening.
"Aren't you a brat of a peanut size?" Kabeer narrowed his eyes at her.
"Don't describe your brain, Mighty Mouse."
The flashback ends.
I came out of the reverie.
"Fifteen million." These words automatically came out of the mouth.
"Seventeen million dollars." A young boy said. He was in his early 20s, he sat beside a girl dressed in blue.
"Twenty million dollars." I need to get it done quickly.
"That's impressive." Then he clears his throat and speaks hesitatingly, "A-anyone?"
"Twenty-two million dollars." The same boy stutters.
Every nerve in my body is telling me to bang his head on the table for wasting my time.
My eyes remain rooted to him when I begin to speak, "Thirty—"
But everything around me blurred as the girl in the blue dress turned, her angry eyes crashing with mine. The same pair of turquoise eyes that have been haunting me for the last nine years.
