As a princess, Aarti was taught not to stare at anyone. Hence, Aarti didn’t stare at the young man for too long. But instead, she diverted her attention to the other old men.
"Today is my birthday. If you haven’t collected the mementos, you can collect them now," announced Aarti, in her usual self, and left the room immediately.
But still, rage was burning inside her. How could anyone call her a MESS??? Princess Aarti had been instructed not to express her emotions in public. She had followed suit here, but her inner anger was still eminent. She thought for a second and decided to visit her father.
Aarti is the only daughter of the Maharaja of Chandpur, Aatma Singh. She is the apple of his eyes. As Aarti rushed into her father’s office, she failed to notice that her father had a visitor.
"Think about it now. Adopting a son from your family will not hurt, will it?" the visitor was telling her father.
Aarti could identify the visitor’s voice. It is her uncle, Ajay Singh, her father’s younger brother. Aarti stood there still as she didn’t want to disturb any important discussion. But her father noticed her and invited her.
"Cuty, come on in," he said affectionately.
A smile appeared on Aarti’s lips as her father called her by his special nickname for her.
Aarti went closer to her father.
"Seek blessings from your uncle Cuty," her father advised. Aarti followed his words and bent down to get wishes from her uncle.
"Happy birthday, Aarti," her uncle wished her with no emotions.