Once Beaten, Twice Shy

They caught her in the most vulnerable state. With the ninety-nine issues going on with Zayn, she didn’t expect another one on her desk, so as she realized she had been set up, she just gave up. There was no fight, she was wise enough to know that it was either the 78-carat crown or her life, and for such huge some, her attackers wouldn’t have to hold a conference to decide to kill her, so she just let them take everything that had meant the world to her.

The memory stayed with her, and she remembered it as fresh as if it were going on at the moment. She and her crew had been making their way to the Triumph Hall on East Lane for the Oscars ceremony. She knew it was such a bad idea when asked to bring her actual crown. Of course, she acknowledged that it was such a huge event, one in which all eyes were on her. For it to be hosted in India, it would be such a shame if she weren’t there to witness it, the same way it would be a disrespect to her country for her