Location: Jaipur — "CROWNED: The New Age Icons Awards" | Red Carpet | 7:30 PM
The flash of cameras, roar of media, and the glitter of royalty filled the air as a sleek matte-black Rolls Royce Cullinan pulled up to the entrance of the royal gala. A collective murmur spread among the crowd.
Trisha Singhania aka Trixie, draped in a deep navy-blue tailored tuxedo, stepped out with a sharp aura that could silence thunder. Her signature gold bracelet glinted under the lights, and the Rolex on her left hand peeped from beneath her crisp cuff. Right behind her, Arjun aka Monty, donned in a silver-black velvet sherwani with a lazy smirk, walked with the confidence of a prince from a thousand tales.
A media reporter rushed forward, shoving a mic with pure desperation.
Media: "Miss Singhania! One question—who do you think should win this award tonight? Also, being a rival to Khanna Court, do you think Reeva Khanna deserves it?"
Trisha gave the reporter a glance—half amused, half unbothered.
Trisha (coolly): "Well, I don't consider myself a rival to anyone. I just run my empire. And as for who should win? The best one will. All the best to all the nominees. Thank you."
She smiled briefly—camera-ready and then turned to Monty.
Trisha: "Let's get inside before someone asks if I'm dating my cousin."
Monty (laughing): "Well, you are the drama. Let's not disappoint them."
As they made their way inside, the crowd turned again. A metallic champagne Bentley Flying Spur cruised in. The driver opened the door and out stepped Reeva Khanna aka Reeves, dressed in a body-fit satin wine gown with a thigh-high slit. Her long earrings shimmered, and her hair cascaded like royalty reincarnated. Beside her, Princess Saanvi, stunning in a golden hand-embroidered saree with sneakers underneath, smirked as cameras went wild.
Media: "Miss Khanna! Do you think you'll be honored tonight? And considering your rivalry with the Singhanias, do you think Trisha deserves it?"
Reeva paused, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, her voice soft but sharp.
Reeva: "Firstly, I'm not in rivalry with anyone. I build empires, not enmity. And the award? May the best one be honored. All the best to the nominees. Thank you."
Saanvi (leaning in, whispering): "Tell me we're not gonna fall for this tuxedo lesbian tonight."
Reeva (grinning): "If we do, it'll be purely for scientific research."
As they entered the grand marble hall lit by chandeliers and royalty, Reeva's eyes found her. Trisha—laughing, talking with elite royal hoteliers, and somehow owning every single square foot of the space.
Arjun (noticing): "Trix, she's here."
Trisha turned, slow and sharp, eyes locking on Reeva across the room.
Trisha (to Monty): "Let's greet royalty, shall we?"
They walked over, a ripple of tension forming between velvet gowns and polished brogues.
Trisha (smirking): "Glad to finally see Khanna's royalty in person."
Reeva (with a tilt): "Glad to finally see the Singhania blazer in motion."
Trisha stepped closer, extending her hand gently, palm up.
Trisha: "May I take you for a drink?"
Reeva (placing her hand in hers): "Sure. But I don't sip cheap wine."
Trisha: "Good. I serve Champagne that makes angels sin."
Trisha (to Saanvi): "You must be Princess Saanvi?"
Saanvi: "Hi Trisha. I've heard too much about you."
Trisha (pointing to Arjun): "That's Monty. He's entertaining. Please talk to him while I steal your sister."
Arjun (offering his hand dramatically): "Milady, shall we?"
Saanvi (rolling eyes, takes his hand): "Try not to fall in love with me, Monty."
Monty: "Too late."
Meanwhile, at the champagne counter
Trisha: "So... you flirt as gracefully as you run an empire."
Reeva (sipping her drink): "And you look as good as your hotel ratings—5 stars, but definitely hiding sins in the basement."
Trisha (grinning): "Careful Reeves, you keep talking like that, I'll have to book a suite in your heart."
Reeva (leaning in): "Book it, Trixie. But there's no refund after check-in."
Trisha (smirking): "I don't believe in checking out."
At the corner, Monty and Saanvi sit by the dessert table.
Monty: "You know you've been ignoring my charm all night."
Saanvi (blushing): "I'm just allergic to dramatic men."
Monty: "Great. I'm also a pharmacist on weekends."
Saanvi: "God. You're insufferable."
Monty: "But still cute enough to make you smile."
Saanvi (smirking): "Shut up."
The award ceremony begins. Applause fills the royal hall.
Categories pass by—3-star hotels, restaurants, bars... then the 5-star league.
Host: "Now, for the most awaited category of the evening — 'Young CEO of the Year in Hospitality & Royalty'... The winner is..."
Drumroll
"TRISHA SINGHANIA — THE SINGHANIA ROYALE!"
Cheers erupt. Trisha stands, composed, with Monty giving her a proud look. Reeva claps — a graceful smile on her face.
Trisha walks to the stage, holding the mic with grace.
Trisha (smiling):
"Thank you for honoring me with this award. But tonight, this isn't just mine. It belongs to someone who believed in me before I even knew who I was—the love of my life... my Dad.
He isn't here tonight, but I know he's watching on TV like he always does, making notes with that tiny gold pen he keeps. Thank you, Papa. This is for you.
To my staff—thank you for making The Singhania Royale shine. We'll keep serving royalty to reality. Goodnight."
Standing ovation. Cameras flash. Trisha walks back to the table.
Reeva (rising): "Congratulations, Princess."
Trisha (holding her award): "Would've been better if I had competition."
Reeva: "Oh really? Wait till I steal your chefs."
Trisha (stepping closer): "You can steal my chefs, but not my heart."
Reeva (locking eyes): "We'll see."
They shake hands—firm yet soft. Then a pause. Eyes meet. Time slows. A look that wasn't just flirtation anymore... it was something unsaid, something promising, something sinful and sacred at the same time.
As the event ended, Monty walked Saanvi out. They shared a soft hug, an awkward smile, and a look that promised more chaos later.
Monty: "Until next time, Princess Saanu."
Saanvi: "Don't get your hopes up, Prince Arjun."
Monty (grinning): "I already did."
And somewhere across the lawn, under chandeliers and champagne stars—Trisha and Reeva looked back at each other once more. Eyes locked. Lips curved. Souls stirred.
This was only the beginning.