Royal's Prized Possession

Birthday💫 Part~I

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You all know I took a step back from writing to heal. Still, even without my targets complete, I gave you updates — because I love you all and wanted you to enjoy the story without waiting too long. If I wanted, I could have made these chapters paid-only, and no one could stop me. But I didn’t, because I believe in giving my readers free access to something I’ve poured my heart into.

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SHAARVIKA'S POV

“Bol de na bhen. Bata de na.” Shashwat bhai practically begged in an urgent tone for- I don't know how many times. “Areyy bol toh rahi hu kab se. De dena jo dena hai, mai kush ho jaungi.” I replied, sighing, feeling tired from constantly hearing the same thing from him.

(“Say it, sister. Just tell me.”)
(“I’ve been saying it for so long. Give me whatever you want to, I’ll be happy.”)

“Nahi. Aise nahi hota hai. Tujhe gift dena bhot bada task hota hai– choor, tu nahi samjhegi. You just have to say one word, so do it. Say what you want on your birthday.” He said the last part in a little stern tone, making me pout in irritation. “Chand de sakte ho, toh dedo.” I scowled, squinting my eyes at him. My lips were stretched into a sarcastic smile.

(“No. That’s not how it works. Giving you a gift is a huge task — thief, you won’t understand. You just have to say one word, so do it. Say what you want for your birthday.”)
(“If you can give me the moon, then give it.”)

He looked at me with narrowed eyes and muttered under his breath, “Leave it. I will figure it out by myself.” “Congratulations, you got it. That's what I have been trying to explain to you for so long.” I exclaimed with a mocking smile.

He passed me a tight lipped smile and exited my room not before tucking me into the bed like a three years old toddler, instructing me to sleep.

But I doubt if I will.

How can I sleep?

It's finally my birthday tomorrow- no, in a few hours.

YAYYYAAAAYY!