Royal's Prized Possession

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SHAARVIKA'S POV

“IKA, COME FAST. BREAKFAST IS GETTING COLD. EVERYONE IS WAITING FOR YOU.” My mother yelled from downstairs, making me flinch due to abruptness.

I sighed softly and muttered to myself. “Oo God.” I quickly dabbed some shiny gloss on my nude brown painted lips and moved to the closet to wear my overcoat.

“SHAARVIKA!” My matashree called once again but this time her voice laced with strictness. And I know her patience is running thin because why not she is calling me for the past fifteen minutes.

“HAA, BAS AAYIE.” I yelled back and grabbed my tote bag before sprinting downstairs.

("Yes, coming. ")

My heels clattered against the marble floor, grabbing everyone's attention as I stepped into the dining room. “Good morning everyone.” I murmured, taking my usual spot on the table. “Good morning baby.” Everyone wished me in union, smiling with a hint of sadness in their eyes as I am moving back to my estate today.

Of course it's not like I want to go away from my family but it's necessary. It's been more than one-and-half months since I have been staying here and due to this I was not able to focus on some of my work properly. Reasonably enough, I was living with my family. But now, if I won't get into my role completely then it will definitely be a pain in my ass in future, which will not be appreciated at all.

Varieties of dishes were lined up on the Italian marble top of the long European-style dining table. Everything, my favorites.

Waffles, french toast, masala dosa, poha, freshly squeezed orange juice, strong masala tea, chocolate iced latte, espresso and last but not the least, jalebis.

The helpers served us our meal according to our preferences and walked out of the room.

My one plate contained dosa with its two chutneys and sambhar, along with poha and jalebi, while the other contained thick chocolate coated waffles and french toast. I paired them with an iced latte.

I know it sounds a lot but believe me it's not, everything depends on quantity and quality.

Anyways, after breakfast, everyone was preparing to go to their work, including me, when I remembered something.

“Bahiya.” I called, walking towards him, pouting dramatically, with hands on my hip. “Hmm, bolo baccha.” Replied Sashwat bhai, taking his car key from a helper. His eyes glued to his phone. “You said yesterday that you will give me my real gift today. Where is it? And don't you dare tell me you forgot.” I asked in a serious tone, looking at him with squinted eyes.