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No. She could not let anything like that happen.
Sanjana scrambled to find her phone and called her sister. Her sister’s phone rang for a long time before she answered. “Why the heck are you calling me this early? I just got married. Let me sleep.”
“Deepika, wait.” Sanjana paused to look over her shoulder. “Do you have any birth control with you? Monthly pills or even the emergency ones.”
She heard her sister laugh. “First, you say you don’t want to get married, then you run away to meet your fiancé, and now, are you doing it so much that you want birth control already?” Her sister was hysterical, and Sanjana could only roll her eyes. “So, is your prince so hot and eager for you to stop and roll on some protection?” There would be no end to the teasing, and Sanjana knew it.
“Yes, we are humping like gorillas, and I don’t like the feel of anything other than his skin on me or him inside me, so just answer the question,” Sanjana almost spat the last few words.
That suppressed the laughter, and a moment later, her sister cleared her throat. “You’ll need to get your pills from a doctor. I have some emergency ones I can give you later today.” Her sister yawned.
“No. No. I want it now. We are going on our honeymoon right after the breakfast event,” Sanjana spoke in a hushed voice. “Send them to my room now. Like now, now.”
Her sister let out a laugh. “Yeah, I will. Looks like someone had way too much fun all night.”
“Deepika, stop it,” Sanjana warned.
“Wait, what breakfast event are you talking about?” Her sister sounded surprised. “I have no energy to dress up for another month, but it might be a royal family thing, so you have fun.”
Sanjana looked over her shoulder, suddenly her awareness growing just at the mention of the royal. “I don’t know. I need to go get ready. I’ll tell you more after,” she said before ending the call and throwing her phone on the bed.
What the heck did she get into? A contract with a stranger. A royal one at that.
She ran into the bathroom she had claimed as hers the night before and rushed to shower and get ready. She put on the only dress that was hanging in the closet of the suite on her side of the bathroom. All her clothes were packed by her sister and mother for the wedding but not for the honeymoon. Or did they?
Her cheeks turned red just at the thought of her mother packing for the honeymoon. Why did everything have to be so weird?
Shortly after, she stepped out of the shower and froze when she felt movement outside the bathroom. A moment later, she heard a woman’s voice, “Ma’am, I’m Radha, your personal stylist. My team and I are here to help you get dressed for the event.”
What the heck? Why did she need a team?
“Oh… okay, give me a few minutes to dry off and get dressed.” She pulled the towel tighter around her as she balanced her hair in another towel knotted over her head.
“Ma’am, please wear only the robe, and we will take care of the rest.” The woman’s voice was insistent while being respectful. That didn’t stop Sanjana from rolling her eyes.How could she walk out only wrapped in a thin material?
“Okay, just a minute.” She scrambled as she pulled up a pair of panties and managed to slip on a bra under the luxurious robe. “I… I’m ready,” she called out, her voice unsteady.
Sanjana heard the click on the door, and a woman in her late twenties peeked through the opening, a broad smile on her face. “Please come, Your Highness. The team is ready for you.”
My Highness? What in the world?
Sanjana nodded before following the woman to the bedroom, where a few more people stood as frozen as she felt on the inside. Radha, with a quick clap of her hands, got her team, who seemed to be in awe of her, even when she was clad in a plain robe.
She settled into the chair she was directed to and immediately felt a few hands on her. Women were working on her hair, body, and face, all at the same time. As the team of stylists worked on her, her eyes fell on something that was placed on a small tray covered with a velvet cloth.
A tiara! Was she supposed to wear that?
A sudden excitement swarmed through her as memories of her wanting to marry a prince charming like in all the Disney movies she had watched. She realized she was living a fairy tale, only there was no guarantee of a happily ever after with hers. Just a contract end date.
She averted her eyes away from the tiara, and they landed on the dress hanging to one side of the room in a rolling closet. It was a silk corset blouse in shades of fuchsia and a beautifully draped saree in matching colors that looked like a dress she could wear with the soft net sash.
Why was she wearing such an elaborate outfit for breakfast?
She sat lost in thought until she was instructed to stand, and moments later, the saree drape-like dress slipped over her, the net sash covering a part of her head, and then the tiara made an entrance.
As Radha held the beautiful and sparkly tiara in her hands, blood rushed through her. She was terrified and excited at the same time. She heard the people in the room let out an endearment in unison when her stylist stepped away after pinning the headpiece.
“You are beautiful, Your Highness.” Radha smiled, and Sanjana gave her an embarrassed smile. “The prince is waiting for you outside. Whenever you are ready.” Sanjana nodded and looked around the room for her phone, and as if Radha knew exactly what she was looking for, a clutch was handed to her. “Your phone and some essentials are in this clutch. Please enjoy your morning.”
