Never Ever

Chapter 1

Life.

What comes to your mind when you think about yours?

Must be something or someone that you love,same goes for me.I love my life, because I got a loving family.I share a strong bond with my siblings, my two elder brothers.And about my parents, what can I say they both are deeply in love with each other.Obviously they love me more than my siblings as I'm their youngest daughter.

But everything is not colorful.

You might be thinking,born with a silver spoon and complaining about life.

Well there's always a story behind every person.I am 25 year old, MBA in finance from Harvard Business School, Boston. After completion of my internship from London I took over our family business.

My trail of thoughts broke by a familiar voice.

"Maanyata Baisa".I heard our Royal guard, Raghu singhji from the receiving end of the airport.Smelling the air of your own land, your home town, can't be expressed.

Welcome to the Venice of the East, the city of lakes, Udaipur.My home.

He smiled at me with gleaming eyes, already taking away the luggage from my hands, to load it into the back of the car.

"How many times I told you, please, call me by my name",I said.

"Don't say please, Baisa.",He said.

I don't think I can ever win from him.No matter how many times I have told him not to address me like that, but he never listens.

When certain people whom I have known ever since I was born, call me with a royal tag makes me dislike myself.Because of this royal lineage my life has become miserable.I can't be what I wanted to.

I settle in the back seat of the car. Raghu kaka gets in and the engine started.The airport is around 25 kms away from the city.

Raghu kaka is a middle aged man, his family has served us for decades.And he thinks calling me by my first name would mean disrespecting me.

Sighing in,I glanced outside the from the window ."How's everyone doing in the family?your daughter, Aashka? ", I asked him.

" Everything is fine, Aashka has enrolled herself in the interior designing course. She has been very keen on learning about it".

"That's really good", I said. " How's Dadi Sa? ", I asked him about my grandmother with a hard face.

" She is doing well, Baisa. She is elated after hearing about your arrival".

"Of course".I know how much happy she would be because that's what she wanted. Me to come back and do whatever she asks me to. Like hell, I am gonna listen to her.

Nothing against her but I don't know how she manages to get into my nerves. Actually I do that to her, but you can't blame me. Because she thinks that I should follow the Royal protocols and always nod in agreement to whatever she says. That's not happening anytime soon. I make my rules and makes sure to break hers.

But my return from New York had a different reason.My mind went back to the things or should I say to a particular person, from whom I came running back to India.

I composed myself, this is not the time to think about it. Looking outside the window,I realised we already reached the Palace door. The Udaipur Palace always have been a tourist attraction because of its rich cultural heritage.

Soon the car reached the front yard of the Palace. I can see everybody already outside, waiting for me. My mother, father,Riddhima Bhabhi,Yuvraj bhaiya , Ranveer Bhai and of course my sweetest Dadi Sa. Sarcasm noted.