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The rain kept pouring heavily over the city.
 Veeransh opened his eyes. His face was still cold with anger. The scene from the restaurant kept replaying in his mind.

The water on his face.
His expensive suit ruined.
And worst of all… his client standing right there.

His jaw tightened.

“That girl has no idea who she messed with…” he muttered.

He turned around and walked out of the temple without another glance.

Outside, the rain hit the ground like silver needles. His assistant , Viraj , quickly opened the umbrella and held it over him.

“Sir, the car is ready.”

Veeransh nodded and got inside.

The black car drove through the wet streets of Mumbai, headlights reflecting on the rain-soaked roads. Veeransh leaned back in the seat, irritation still burning in his chest.

“Book a meeting tomorrow morning with Mr. Khanna,” he said coldly while adjusting his cuff.

“Yes sir.”

Within twenty minutes, the car stopped in front of the grand entrance of The Taj Mahal Palace.

The tall doors opened as Veeransh stepped inside. Staff immediately straightened.

“Good evening, Mr. Veeransh.”

He simply nodded and walked toward the elevator, still thinking about the same thing.

That girl.

Her fearless eyes.
The way she didn’t even hesitate before throwing the water.

“Unbelievable,” he murmured under his breath.

Meanwhile…

On the other side of the city, Meher quietly entered her house. Her clothes were still slightly wet from the rain.

The house was silent.

She walked straight to her room, closed the door, and leaned against it for a moment.

Tears filled her eyes again.

In front of everyone, she had acted strong… angry… fearless.

But inside her heart, everything felt heavy.

She slowly sat on the floor beside her bed, hugging her knees.

“I didn’t want this…” she whispered to herself.

Outside, thunder rumbled in the sky.

In different parts of the same city…

Two people sat awake that night.

One filled with anger.
The other filled with pain.

Neither of them knew…

that this was only the beginning of their story.
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The house had finally fallen silent.

After returning home, Meher didn’t go straight to rest. Like every night, she quietly finished the chores first—washing the remaining dishes in the kitchen, wiping the counter, folding the dry clothes that were left on the chair, and making sure everything looked neat before anyone could complain in the morning.

The soft ticking of the wall clock echoed through the house. It was already past 10:30.

Her hands were slightly tired, but she didn’t stop.

Only after everything was done did she slowly walk toward her small room. The wooden door creaked softly as she pushed it open. The room wasn’t big—just a bed near the wall, a study table beside the window, and a small shelf filled with books, wires, tools, and electronic parts.

She closed the door behind her and let out a quiet breath.

For a moment, the events of the evening flashed in her mind again.

The café.
The glass of juice.
The shocked faces around her.

Her fingers tightened slightly.

“No… don’t think about it,” she murmured to herself.

Shaking her head, she walked to her table and switched on the small desk lamp. A warm yellow light filled the corner of the room.

Her Computer Science and Robotics project, Project S.A.R.A.(she named it) lay scattered across the table—tiny sensors, wires, a microcontroller board, screws, and her half-assembled robotic model.

Meher sat down on the chair and opened her notebook, laptop.

In two or three days, their college was going to hold a project showcase. Every student from the robotics department had to present their work. And this time it was different.

Rumors had been spreading across the campus all week.

Someone important was coming.

Not just a professor… but an external evaluator. Some students said it could be a big industry expert. Others whispered that it might even be the CEO of a major company who was looking for talented students.

Meher didn’t know if the rumor was true.

But she did know one thing.

If she wanted a good score… and maybe a chance at something bigger, her project had to be perfect.

She pushed her hair behind her ear and picked up the screwdriver, wires and pulled her headphones on to avoid distraction from her thoughts .

“Alright… back to work,” she said quietly.

Carefully, she adjusted the sensor on the robotic frame, tightening the small screws so the circuit wouldn’t move. Then she connected the wires to the board and opened her laptop.

Lines of code appeared on the screen.

The small robot on the table blinked faintly as she uploaded the program.

Meher leaned forward slightly, her eyes focused and serious now. This was the only place where she felt fully in control—where problems had solutions, and effort actually mattered.

The rain outside had slowed to a gentle drizzle.

Hours passed quietly.

The clock moved from 11… to 12.

But Meher didn’t notice.

She kept adjusting the design, testing the sensors again and again, rewriting parts of the code whenever something didn’t work perfectly.

Because deep inside…

she knew this project wasn’t just about grades.

It was about proving something—to the world, and maybe even to herself.

POV: Veeransh

The soft glow of the laptop screen reflected in Veeransh’s sharp eyes as he sat at the desk inside his luxury suite. The city lights of Mumbai shimmered through the large glass windows behind him, but he didn’t spare them a glance.

His focus was entirely on the screen.

Lines of technical data, project reports, and emails filled the display as his fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard. Even after the long meeting with Mr. Khanna earlier that evening, his mind remained completely immersed in work.

For Veeransh, work wasn’t just responsibility—it was habit.

A quiet knock broke the silence of the room.

Veeransh didn’t look up immediately.

“Come in,” he said calmly, his eyes still scanning the code displayed on the laptop.

But the door didn’t open.

Another knock followed.

This time he paused.

His brows furrowed slightly as he pushed the chair back and walked toward the door. When he opened it, he found Viraj standing outside.

Viraj straightened immediately. “Good evening, sir.”

Veeransh stepped aside slightly, allowing him to enter.

Viraj had been working with him for years now—loyal, efficient, and one of the very few people Veeransh trusted with important matters.

“What is it?” Veeransh asked, closing the door behind him.

Viraj walked a few steps inside before speaking.

“Sir, Mr. Khanna called again after the meeting.”

Veeransh raised an eyebrow slightly but remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

“He asked if you would be willing to come to his college in two days… as an external evaluator for their robotics and computer science project showcase of the third year students.”

For a moment, the room was quiet.

Veeransh leaned lightly against the edge of the table, crossing his arms.

“External evaluator?” he repeated slowly.

“Yes, sir.”

Viraj nodded.

“He said the students have been working on their final 3rd year robotics projects, and the college wanted someone experienced from the industry to judge their work.”

He paused before adding respectfully,

“And according to him… there isn’t anyone better than you for that.”

A faint smirk appeared on Veeransh’s face.

It wasn’t arrogance.

Just quiet confidence.

After all, he wasn’t just the CEO of one of the most powerful tech companies in the country—his work in computer science and robotics had earned recognition worldwide.

And beyond the corporate world, he carried another identity.

Veeransh… the Crowned Prince of Veeranghar.

Viraj continued carefully,

“Mr. Khanna also mentioned that the students would be honored if someone like you evaluated their projects.”

Veeransh turned back toward his laptop, thinking for a moment.
He usually avoided such events.

Most of them were formalities—long speeches, average projects, and unnecessary publicity.

But robotics…

That was different.

His fingers tapped lightly against the desk as he considered it.

“Which college?” he asked finally.
"Mumbai Institute of Advanced Technology (MIAT)"

Viraj told him the name.

Veeransh nodded slowly.

“Fine,” he said after a moment. “Tell Mr. Khanna I’ll come.”

Viraj looked slightly surprised.

“Yes, sir.”

But just as he turned to leave, Veeransh spoke again.

“And Viraj…”

Viraj stopped.

“Yes, sir?”

Veeransh’s eyes returned to the laptop screen.

“Make sure the schedule is clear that day.”

Viraj nodded. “Of course, sir.”

A few minutes later, the door closed again, leaving Veeransh alone in the quiet room.

He resumed his work.

But somewhere in the back of his mind…

a strange thought crossed briefly.

In two days…

he would meet a hall full of young minds trying to prove their talent.

POV: Meher

The small desk lamp was still on.

Its warm yellow light fell across the scattered wires, sensors, tools, and Meher’s open laptop. The robotic frame of Project S.A.R.A. stood half-assembled on the table, its tiny LED blinking faintly every few seconds.

Meher had been working for hours.

At first she was fully focused—writing lines of code, tightening screws, testing the ultrasonic sensors again and again whenever something didn’t work perfectly.

But slowly… exhaustion crept in.

Her eyes had started burning around 2:30 a.m.

She tried to keep herself awake, splashing a little water on her face, rubbing her temples, telling herself she only needed to finish one more part of the program.

Just one more.

But sometime around 3 a.m., her fingers stopped moving on the keyboard.

Her head slowly dropped forward…

and she fell asleep right there on the table, her cheek resting beside the robot she had been building all night.

Outside, the first light of morning began to spread across the sky.

Hours passed quietly.

Then—

7:00 a.m.

The door suddenly swung open with a loud bang.

Meher didn’t wake immediately.

But the sharp footsteps entering the room were followed by an angry voice.

Her chachi stood there, already furious.

Her eyes fell on Meher sleeping on the table.

The irritation on her face turned into pure anger.

Without a second thought, she grabbed the glass of water from the table and threw it straight on Meher’s face.

The cold splash hit her skin suddenly.

Meher jerked awake in shock.

Before she could even understand what was happening, her chachi’s harsh voice filled the room.

“Abhi tak utha nahi gaya maharani se?!” she shouted.

Meher blinked, water dripping from her hair and face, completely disoriented from the sudden wake-up.

But the yelling didn’t stop.

“Ghar ke kaam kaun karega, haan? Teri maa?!”

Her chachi laughed bitterly.

“Arey… teri toh maa hai hi nahi.”

The words hit harder than the water.

“Na hi koi baap…” she continued cruelly.

“tho uth! Aur jaake kaam kar!”

She glared at Meher with pure irritation.

“Maharani nahi hai tu koi!”

For a moment, the room fell silent again.

Meher sat there quietly, her clothes slightly wet, strands of hair sticking to her face.

Her hands slowly tightened on the edge of the table.

But she didn’t say anything.

Not a single word.

Her eyes shifted for a second toward the robot on the table… the project she had worked on the entire night.

Then she quietly stood up.

“haa, chachi,” she said softly.

Without arguing.

Without showing the exhaustion in her body.

Without showing the heaviness in her heart.

She simply walked out of the room to start the morning chores.

Behind her, the small robot on the table blinked again—its sensor light glowing faintly in the quiet room.

As if silently witnessing everything.
POV: Meher

The house slowly started filling with the sounds of morning.

Utensils clinking in the kitchen… the faint whistle of the pressure cooker… the broom moving across the floor.

Meher moved quietly from one chore to another.

Even though her eyes still burned from the lack of sleep, she didn’t slow down. She washed the dishes left in the sink, cleaned the kitchen counter, and swept the living room floor.

Her mind kept drifting back to the unfinished lines of code waiting on her laptop… but for now, the housework came first.

After finishing the kitchen work, she wiped her hands on the edge of her dupatta and walked down the small corridor of the house.

At the end of it was a slightly messy room.

Her brother’s room.

She pushed the door open gently.

Inside, the curtains were still half drawn, letting thin lines of sunlight fall across the room. Books were scattered on the study table, and a physics notebook lay open on the floor as if someone had been studying late at night.

But the person who owned the room…

was still sleeping peacefully.

Her younger brother lay sprawled across the bed, blanket half kicked away, completely unaware of the world.

Meher couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on her face.

For a moment, the heaviness of the morning faded.

She walked over and lightly tapped his shoulder.

“Uth jaa, hero…” she said softly.

He groaned and turned to the other side.

Meher rolled her eyes slightly.

“Drama band kar. School jana hai tujhe.”

He still didn’t move.

So she leaned closer and shook him a little harder.

“Arre uth bhi jaa! Aaj tera physics practical hai na?”

That finally worked.

His eyes opened slowly, still half sleepy.

“Haan… hai…” he mumbled lazily.

Meher crossed her arms and gave him a mock serious look.

“Toh phir so kya raha hai? Agar late ho gaya na toh phir roega ki teacher ne marks kaat diye.”

He rubbed his eyes and sat up slowly, his hair completely messy.

“Didi… bas 5 minute…”

Meher immediately shook her head.

“Bilkul nahi.”

Then she flicked his forehead lightly.

“Hero banna hai na tujhe? Toh uth. Jaldi ready ho ja.”

He sighed dramatically but finally got out of bed.

Meher smiled faintly at his grumbling and turned toward the door.

As she walked out, she paused for a second.

“Brush kar lena properly,” she added from the doorway. “Aur bag check kar… practical file le jana mat bhoolna.”

Her brother nodded sleepily.

“Okay, didi…”

Meher closed the door gently behind her.

The small smile on her face stayed for a moment longer.

Because no matter how difficult the house felt sometimes…

her brother was the one reason she never allowed herself to completely break.
(AUTHOR - Btw her brother name is - Shaurya )
POV: Meher

The morning moved quickly after that.

Meher made sure her brother woke up properly, brushed, and got ready for school. She checked his bag twice—his physics practical file, his admit card copy, pens, everything.

His 12th-grade practical exams had already started, and soon the board exams would begin. After that… the biggest one.

NEET.

The exam that could change everything for him.

When he stood at the door wearing his school uniform, still adjusting his tie, Meher fixed his collar carefully.

“Notes revise kar lena practical se pehle,” she said gently.

He nodded. “Kar lunga, didi.”

She looked at him for a second longer than usual.

Because in her heart she knew something very clearly—

He was their only way out.

Out of this house.
Out of the constant taunts.
Out of this suffocating life.

She had promised herself long ago that no matter what happened… she would make sure he got the chance to study properly.

Even if it meant sacrificing her own sleep, time, and comfort.

“Ja ab,” she said softly, patting his shoulder.

“Late ho jayega.”

He smiled faintly before stepping outside and heading toward the road.

Meher watched him leave until he disappeared at the corner of the street.

Only then did she turn back inside.

The house felt heavier again.

She quickly prepared breakfast and tea, placing the plates on the dining table. By 9 a.m., she served the food to her chacha and chachi.

They barely looked at her.

Instead, the usual murmurs started.

“Na jaane kis din seene par baithi hai…” her chachi muttered while eating.

Her chacha scoffed. “Padh likh ke kya ukhad legi…”

Meher heard every word.

But like always… she stayed silent.

Arguing would change nothing.

After cleaning the table, she quietly walked back to her room.

The small space still smelled faintly of solder and machine oil from the night before. Her laptop was lying on the desk beside the half-assembled robot of Project S.A.R.A.

Today was important.

The last day.

Tomorrow the external evaluator would arrive at the college to check the projects. Rumors were spreading everywhere about it—some big personality from the tech world.

If she wanted her project to stand out… today had to be perfect.

She carefully placed the robot components, her laptop, and the project file into her bag.

Then she slung the bag over her shoulder.

Taking one last glance at the table where she had worked the whole night, she switched off the lamp and walked out of the room.

As she stepped toward the main door, her chacha' sharp voice followed again from the dining room.

Her chacha added with irritation,

“College jaati hai jaise koi scientist banegi…”

The words were meant to mock her.

But Meher didn’t stop walking.

She opened the door and stepped outside into the bright morning sunlight.

The street was already busy—people rushing to work, children heading to school, vendors arranging their stalls.

For the first time that morning, she took a deep breath.

Because outside this house… the world felt bigger.

POV: Meher

The rickshaw stopped just outside the gate of Mumbai Institute of Advanced Technology (MIAT).

Meher stepped down, adjusting the strap of her heavy bag on her shoulder. Inside it were her laptop, tools, and the delicate parts of Project S.A.R.A. She paid the driver quickly and walked toward the gate.

Students were already filling the campus—some rushing to lectures, others standing in groups discussing tomorrow’s big project showcase. The air buzzed with excitement and nervousness.

But Meher barely noticed any of it.

Her mind was still heavy from the morning.

Just as she stepped inside the campus, a familiar voice shouted behind her.

“MEHERRR!”

Before she could even turn, someone suddenly wrapped their arms around her tightly.

“Ishita—!”

Meher laughed softly as she hugged her back.

Ishita, her best friend since high school.

The one person who had been by her side through almost everything.

But the moment Ishita pulled back and looked at her face…

her expression changed.

Her brows frowned immediately.

“Kya hua?” she asked.

Then she grabbed Meher’s chin lightly, making her look up properly.

“Tera muh kyun latka hua hai?”

Meher blinked, slightly startled by the sudden inspection.

But as usual, she shrugged it off quickly and forced a small smile.

“Kuch nahi… kya hoga mujhe?”

She tried to move forward, lightly pulling Ishita’s arm.

“Chal class mein chalte hain… warna late ho jayenge.”

But Ishita didn’t move.

Instead, she stopped right there in the middle of the pathway.

Her grip on Meher’s wrist tightened slightly.

“Ruk.”

Meher turned back.

Ishita’s face now showed clear irritation.

“Ye kya hai?” she demanded.

Meher frowned slightly. “Kya?”

Ishita crossed her arms, clearly annoyed.

“Tu mujhe kuch kyun nahi batati?”

Meher froze for a second.

Ishita continued, her voice sharper now—but the concern was still obvious in her eyes.

“Main teri best friend nahi hoon ab?” she said.

“Kya ho gaya hai tujhe, Meher? Tu pehle aisi nahi thi.”

Her frustration was rising.

“Har baar bas ‘kuch nahi’ keh ke nikal jaati hai! Mujhe lagta hai main hi pagal hoon jo notice karti hoon.”

Students walked past them, but Ishita didn’t care.

She stepped closer.

“Kuch toh hua hai,” she said firmly.

“Face dekh ke hi pata chal raha hai.”

Her voice softened slightly, though the irritation was still there.

“Toh bata na…”

“Main hoon na.”

For a moment, Meher just looked at her.

Her throat felt tight.

Because Ishita wasn’t wrong.

She did hide things.

Not because she didn’t trust her…

but because some things felt too heavy to say out loud.

Meher finally sighed softly.

But before she could answer—

the college bell rang loudly, echoing through the campus.

Students immediately started rushing toward their classrooms.

Ishita groaned in frustration.

“Great… perfect timing.”

She glared at Meher one last time.

“Ye baat yahin khatam nahi hui hai, samjhi?”

Then she grabbed Meher’s arm and started dragging her toward the building.

“Class ke baad tu mujhe sab batayegi.”

Meher couldn’t help but smile faintly at her stubbornness as they walked inside together.

Because no matter how much she tried to hide things…

Ishita never stopped trying to break through those walls.

And today…

those walls might finally crack.

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AUTHOR - HELLO READERS..!! I know this chapter was quite boring..haina..?? don't worry next chapter would be more entertaining....as next chapter would include many emotions and yes again I telling u all that Veeransh's prince side means the view of veerangarh everything about it will be shown in the upcoming chapters not in next one but yeaa maybe after 4-5 chapters more...and in that you all will love his that side....
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