When Vedveer was taking stock of the place, one of the staff, perhaps thoroughly overworked, swooned at the sight of The Prince, who swept her up in his sculpted arms and rushed her to hospital.
It turns out that Aaditha has already moved into Ranibagh, where she’ll stay as the Royals attempt to stitch the store together. They don’t have much time, as we all know.
A little bird tells TT that Ranibagh’sbahu-to-be has been so tight with the purse strings that the contractor hasabsolutely refused to work for her. He hasn’t been paid for a month!
Has Daddy Dearest not been in a generous mood lately?
Prathap Gowda must know his daughter can fish in royal waters now, so this is as good a time as any to cut loose and walk.
From all that unfolded at the store two evenings ago, we are given to understand that HRH Vedveer is helping Aaditha with finances.
Of all the reasons, who would’ve thought money was why a thrifty billionaire father would hitch his daughter to India’s most-landed Royal family?
That’s exactly why Aaditha cherry-picked this strategic location for her store, just outside the Palace gates. This way, she’s in front of their eyes, and they’d know if she needed help! And she clearly does.Chalaak ladki!
The question TT is asking is: Has Aaditha gone from father to husband-to-be, asking for contributions to fund her dream for which she’s winning awards?
Wooo…! Don’t we love a theory!
16.
Aaditha
My Baby!
It is my second successive night at Ranibagh; that is one too many nights already!
I don’t need to read theTittleTattle piece– the link for which Lavanya sent me – to feel like I have been tossed into a spin cycle.
The first thing I do as soon as I wake up is to shoot Lavanya a message about my anxiety, which has skyrocketed. I don’t explain why I’m on the edge, assuming she’ll connect the dots. The situation at the café, and also that I have no way of working off my anxiety here at Ranibagh. No one in this township of a thousand rooms I’m living in knows where the gym is. Working out helps me keep calm.
Lavanya unknowingly rubbishesTittleTattle, thinking the rag is the reason for my anxiety.
Lovey:Please don’t even bother with that. TT is too ridiculous!
TittleTattledelights in highlighting my inadequacies, and I have a few. I haven’t gone on social media the last couple of days, and I don’t know what stories they are spreading.
I make the mistake of asking which piece.
Lavanya sends me the link.
I click on it instinctively.
The slander these people pass as journalism. Shocking. Outside of the fact that ‘Simi with-the-coffee-skills’ had swooned at the sight of Vedveer, there is not a word of truth in it.
I visited her at home last evening. She told me that seeing the prince in real life for the first time unnerved her.
‘I’m a big fan of the royal family, ma’am,’ she said, pointing at a framed photograph of the Rathores on the rear wall. It is a relatively recent photograph, maybe from two or three years ago. ‘I have only seen Yuvrajji on television. I was already feeling a little dizzy, and then I saw him walk through the door. He was so close,main paagal ho rahi thi.’
She was still gasping!
Simi had dropped by the store to click photographs and make videos of her first workplace before the rest of the crew arrived.
‘We know you are engaged to Yuvrajji, and you are our rajkumari, but I wasn’t expecting to see him at the shop,’ she continued breathlessly.
It was a relief to see Simi up and about.
I’m genuinely thankful for how quickly Vedveer reacted to the medical situation. Then again, handling swooning women might be second nature to him by now.
