Born in a royal family, Ishan Arora had whatever was needed to lead a lavish life. Rich, smart, handsome and the best cricketer. There was no match for him.
Hiya Raj, the pretty and witty actress and doctor coming from a middle class house hold, wa...
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Promises are the sweetest lies
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Ishan's social media had flooded with birthday wishes. Millions of posts, messages, stories and reels were showing up. He even saw many accounts with the fusion or 'ship' name of him and Hiya.
The twenty year old had met his Bua maa. But he still couldn't find out why Satyawati had lied about the attack. That created distance between them and he was neutral towards her unlike how he used to be happy with her.
Currently, the prince was at the prime minister's residence to meet him. The latter had called upon his presence for something urgent.
"I request you, Ishan." Nitin spoke after sometime of Ishan's arrival in the room.
"What are you doing, sir? Requesting doesn't suit someone like you." Ishan said
"I can only trust you to lead this mission. Akhand Arora has always helped out the country and I hope you will also follow the same."
Ishan just shut his eyes for a brief moment.
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Six months ago.
'Where do you think we'll be in the next 5 years?'
The question startled Hiya.
"Maybe, I'll be richer than you." Hiya joked.
"This is serious."
"Okay. Then, even I don't have any idea. It's future, we can't predict anything." Hiya said.
"You're worried about something, right?" Hiya asked.
Ishan just gazed at the wooden flooring.
"Tell me, what's the issue?" Hiya asked again.
"I've joined Army, because Nitin sir and Papa wanted me to." Ishan uttered out the words.
Hiya coiled her arm around his and placed her head on his shoulder.
"We'll not be able to meet this often then. Though you'll not be training like soldiers but still, you'll have to practise daily, right?" Hiya asked.
