Rags To Royals (Royal #1: Book 1) | ✔

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I'm furious at Yuvaan. Not for the fact that he involved me in his plan, because despite his forceful objection to my resistance, I did make the decision on my own terms, keeping in mind the benefits I'll be reaping. I'm furious at him because he went and blurted it all out to the one person he shouldn't be telling this about. Did he not include me in this plan because he didn't want people pointing fingers at him? And yet he was the one to reveal the truth, voiding all and every reason that convinced me to partake in his shenanigans.

Absolute dumb.

"If you were going to tell him everything from the get go, why did you involve me in this shitty plan of yours!?" I hiss at him.

We were left alone at one corner after some point. The introductions were lengthy, some people were open about their dislike towards me, some genuinely interested and some pretended for the sake of my family name. I made sure my accent didn't reflect when I used the local nouns, words like honorifics, places and of course, my own name. I invested three hours perfecting my own name and I think I can vouch for my own pronounciation.

Well, that's that, and now I'm here, at the table left with Yuvaan to keep an eye on me. Yuvraaj didn't trust Agastya, Vivaan was busy attending his colleagues and friends from the workplace, Dad was with him, and my other brothers were too young to be babysitting me. But of course, they were old enough to be left alone, unlike me who's of the same age as them. Talk about being unfair.

"It was a mistake," Yuvaan sighs, taking a sip from the golden flute. Even the wine here is being served in the glasses made of gold and silver.

"A mistake?" I look at him in disbelief. "Seriously? Is that your point of defense? You involved me in this plan with the whole dramatics that you didn't want anyone pointing fingers at you, but you go and tell everything to the one person you should be quiet in front of? You know how that makes you sound?"

"Say it," he challenges me with furious eyes.

"Now don't make me open my mouth," I roll my eyes.

"Aren't you getting too bold lately, little one?" He leans in, his face scorned and eyes looking down at me in contempt.

"Well, you should have kept me out of your stupid brotherly feuds if you didn't want to hear the criticism for the mistakes you made when you know they'll be affecting all of us!" I snap in a low voice.

He sits back and spreads his leg, not meeting my eyes as he takes another sip from the glass.

Is he really not going to provide any solution out of it? Not even an assurance that he won't take my name if Agastya puts pressure on him again. Because honestly, trusting this man makes me question my decision making capabilities. And let me tell you, there has never come a time when I regretted any of my decisions.

I open my mouth to speak when a woman walks to our table and puts a hand on his shoulder. Yuvaan turns his head, his eyes dropping to the generous cleavage spilling from the low cut blouse before meeting the seductive pair of brown swirls looking at him like he was the eighth wonder of the world.

I rake my fingers through my open curls, avoiding them by looking at the people around.

She bends over even more, her chest almost pressing into his bicep before she says something to him in his ear and then he gets up, putting his glass on the table before clicking his fingers in my face to catch my attention. As if I had the luxury to ignore him.

I look at him lazily, almost acting as if it's a task on me.

"Don't leave this table." He warns and walks off with the woman.