This story is about the Royals. The families that come from lineage of the kings and queens.
This journey will take readers to the now a days life of Royals. When they have settled out in the economic capital of India that's Mumbai.
Now a days the...
I was now seated in my private jet. The pilot is preparing for take off and the staff of airhostesses in the jet is also preparing for the flight.
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I was just staring my laptop screen. I was not in my element. My mind was so clouded.
It has been years I have been away from my family, my home, my country.
I had drowned myself in the business and the working schedules. My life had become a monotonous routine of only work and work.
I never rested for a day even. I was so desperate to remove past memory away from my mind, that I never kept a spare moment for me to relax.
It has been so many years without any affection that I have trained my mind that I will not need any affection. I had chosen this harsh life for myself.
And my thought sequence was broken as one of the airhostesses dropped the pile of magazines in front of me. I saw there were many business magazines displaying my cover photo as businessman of the year. But it did not interest me.
I looked to airhostess's face. I thought maybe these magazines slipped out of her hands accidentally. But her face stated another story. she was smiling at me seductively. She said a meek sorry; quickly collecting the magazines scattered on the floor. My face did not give any expression. But then I saw she was blushing and gawking at me.
There it goes, another girl throwing herself on me. I know girls go gaga over me. I simply kept looking in my laptop screen ignoring her advances. She kept her hand on my knee I looked at her face and she winked.
This is so irritating. I cleared my throat and gave her a irritated look.
I didn't want to insult her infront of the jet crew so I kept it subtle, but she sure needs a bitter pill of advice to keep away from me.
She stood up and waited in front of me a while and then turned to do her work. I am so done with these girls. Why dont they leave me alone.
And now my mind was again drawn to my home returning. How will it be returning back to home?
