Singhania's Redemption

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Shivani's POV
I had no idea how I ended up here.

One second I was at the office sorting files, and the next, Sarthak Sir's voice cut through the air: "You're coming with us."

Me. The orphan girl from the office. Standing with the Singhanias and the Malhotras. Shopping for the royal wedding.

The boutique stole the breath right out of my lungs. Rows of lehengas shimmered under golden lights, each one heavier than my salary for five years combined. Jewelry sparkled like small suns, necklaces thick enough to anchor a ship. The scent of roses and incense floated through the air, heady and dizzying.

And everyone moved like they belonged here.

Queen Sanya glided in beside King Raghav, her steps measured, regal, without a single word wasted. Ranveer strolled in behind them, hands in pockets, wearing a smirk like this was his favorite circus. Then came Rhea—laughing too loudly, her family hovering around her, her voice bouncing off the walls like a peacock desperate to be admired.

And me? I clutched my notebook like it was a shield. My reminder: Professional. You're just his PA, Shivani. Nothing else.

Then came her voice—sharp enough to cut glass.

"Sarthak! Look at this one!" Rhea squealed, holding up a lehenga so drenched in sequins it looked like someone had murdered a disco ball. "Isn't this stunning? This is the one for me."

I glanced at him. His face stayed carved from stone. But his eyes—oh, they screamed. No.

"Hm." His voice was flat. Cold. Dismissive.

I bit my lip to stop the laugh bubbling up. Poor girl. She didn't even realize he hated her taste.

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