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Ridhima Mittal was a fifty-something snobbish rich lady who considered it her birth right to demean people from humble background. Parampara was one of them.

Though Pari was an illegitimate daughter of late Adhiraj Scindia. But to the world she was his adopted child. She was just a nobody who suddenly became the daughter of a former royalty. And Ridhima never left a chance to remind her of her humble roots.

A lot of time Pari felt like punching that arrogant potato on her silicon-filled face. But she always controlled herself and let out her frustration by posting gossips about Ridhima on her gossip page.

That night she was at Kismet, attending the birthday party of a woman whose name she couldn't remember. She only knew that the lady was the direct descendant of her great great-grandfather's younger sister, or maybe it was his elder sister. Whatever.

Ridhima was also invited, much to Pari's misery. And that night again Ridhima decided to pick on Pari to pass her time in that boring party.

“Hello, Parampara! How are you doing, babes?” Ridhima asked in a sickly sweet voice that could make anyone diabetic.

Pari groaned internally before putting up a fake smile on her face, “Hello, Mrs Mittal. I'm doing good. What about you?”

“Of course, you must be doing good. Rudradev's son thinks you are his mother. You must be glad. It practically makes you the owner of every Scindia family owns. The heir is in your control.”

Pari maintained her smile and chuckled at her cheap joke, “I'm raising Avyaan as my own child, Mrs Mittal. Oh, but how will you understand my situation? Your own children were raised by nannies.”

That momentary anger in Ridhima's eyes told her that she hit the right cord. Pari felt very much satisfied with her comeback.

“Even those nannies come from decent family backgrounds. They are the ‘legal’ children of their parents,” Ridhima made one last hideous remark before walking away.

Pari let out a frustrated sigh when that brat dissappeared from her sight.

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An hour passed and the party was nowhere near it's end. Pari was already tired and decided to go to the restroom to give some rest to her poor eardrums getting assaulted by the loud music.

She had just turned around the corner when she saw Ridhima pressed against the door of the ladies restroom by a man. They were making out. And the guy was definitely not her husband.

A normal person's reaction would be running away from the scene to avoid this awkward moment. Pari's reaction was different. How could she let go this chance? That woman had verbally bullied her countless times over the years. Now it was her turn to take revenge for the insults she had to endure silently.

So she pulled out her phone and began recording Ridhima Mittal's adultery. She way too focused on recording them and didn't notice a familiar stranger making his way towards her. It was Ansh Shekhawat, the beloved nephew of the Prime Minister. And the guy who flirts with paintings when he is drunk.

“Excuse me,” He uttered those two words loud and clear and caught her off-gaurd. Parampara was sure that even Ridhima and her paramour heard his voice.

She quick stopped recording. But Ridhima was already heading towards them. She could hear her heels clicking again the floor. It was too late to run away and she doubted if the guy would let her run away. He was quite tall and muscular and could easily prevent her escape. Time was ticking and in a spur of moment she pushed him against the wall and captured his lips.

His lips were soft, much to her pleasure. Even if she was putting up an act, she did it properly. And he didn't resist, he was way too confused to do that. The kiss only ended when they heard Ridhima's laughter.

Ansh was flustered. A girl kissed him out of blue and someone witnessed the moment. It was both, confusing and embarrassing.

Pari tried to keep her cool. She was okay with the rumour of having an affair until her secret identity of Mrs Darcy is safe.

“Parampara Scindia and Ansh Shekhawat. Both of you are dating!?” Ridhima exclaimed.

Ansh looked at the girl who kissed him forcefully. Before he could say something, Pari spoke up, “Mrs Mittal, we have been together only for a few weeks. We haven't even informed our families yet. Please keep it to yourself.”

Ansh silently observed her as she lied so meticulously.

Ridhima chuckled, “Of course, babes, I'll keep it to myself. It's a promise.” She passed them one last smirk before going back to the party.

Pari looked around, Ridhima's lover was already gone. She wondered who it was.

“How dare you kiss me without my consent?” Ansh asked her angrily. Now she was pressed against the wall as he towered over her.

“I'm sorry. I didn't want to get caught,” Parampara apologized, her gaze lowered to the carpeted floor.

He eyed the phone she clutched protectively. “Delete whatever you were recording. You shouldn't be recording somebody's private moment.”

Pari shook her head, “That woman is cheating on her husband! It's an evidence against her.”

Ansh was a little taken aback by this piece of information. Now he understood why she was recording them. “Alright, do whatever you want to do with it. But don't you dare harass a guy again,” He warned her.

Pari frowned at him, “Do I look like a harasser to you? This is the first time I kissed a guy without his consent. And I didn't plan on kissing you. It just happened.”

Ansh rolled his eyes at her senseless excuses, “Are you hearing yourself? If a guy had done this to a girl, he would have been slapped multiple times by now.”

“You can also slap me. I don't mind.” And she brought her left cheek forward.

Ansh stepped back, not expecting her to say that. “Are you out of your mind?” He won't be surprised if he finds out that she was suffering from some mental disorder.

Pari shrugged, “I mean, the situation is already weird. I don't mind if it gets weirder.”

“You. Are. Insane,” Ansh worded out in annoyance, glaring at her murderously.

Pari looked at his angry face with an apologetic expression, “I'm deeply sorry for making you feel uncomfortable by kissing you without your consent. I know I would have been in deep trouble if the genders were reversed. I promise I will never get myself in such a situation again. In future, I won't even kiss my husband without his consent. I'm really really sorry,” she bowed her head, side effect of watching too many Korean dramas.

Ansh let out a tired sigh, “Alright.” Saying so he walked away. He couldn't tolerate her any longer.

Pari sighed in relief when he left. 

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Ansh had a wild imagination. But never even in his wild imagination he had thought that a girl will forcefully kiss him one day. However, it happened.

“Ansh, it was just a kiss,” he consoled himself while standing in front of the mirror in his closet.

“IT WAS MY FIRST KISS!” He yelled at the part of him who was trying to console him.

“You don't have to feel bad about it. You actually quite enjoyed it,” He tried consoling him again.

“SO WHAT IF I LIKED IT? IT WAS STILL NON-CONSENSUAL!” And he scolded his reflection again.

“She already apologized for the kiss,” he told his reflection.

“I STILL WON'T FORGIVE HER! She stole my first kiss. I wanted my first kiss to be romantic and full of emotions. She ruined my dream of a romantic first kiss.”

If his mirror had the ability to shape-shift. Ansh would be lying in a hospital ward with a few fractures. He was arguing with himself. Because a part of him liked the kiss and the other part hated the fact that it happened without his consent.

“By the way, what's her name? That auntie called her Parampara Scindia. SCINDIA! There's only one Scindia family in Awadh. Is she... is she related to Rudradev Scindia?” He asked his reflection in the mirror.

Rudradev was going to join his father's party soon. Over the top, he was Aas's crush.

He groaned in frustration, closed his eyes, and joined his hands together to pray to God, “Aaaah! God, please don't make me cross paths with her again. I hate her! I hate her to the core.”

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The chapter got delayed because I just didn't feel like writing. But surprisingly, I finished it tonight.

Happy New Year in advance!

My resolution is

to write good stories without getting bothered by less reads and votes.

What's your new year resolution?

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