Chapter-1

Shraddha Kumar

I am sleeping very peacefully when the alarm started ringing loudly making my ears go numb. I switched off the alarm and turned to another side to sleep more but I woke up due to the bright Sunrays which are peeking through curtains making me groan in frustration.  

I went to the washroom and did my morning chores and came outside searching for my favourite dress which was gifted by my best friend Divya. I love her so much. She loves me too. She is the only one who supported me when I was stressed about my profession, but she helped me to overcome that. We both know each other's families very well perks of being childhood best friends.

When my parents didn't support me to fulfil my dream. That time she was the one who said not to give up easily. I listened to her advice and didn't give up on my dream. 

Everyone thinks that I am simple happy go lucky naïve girl but I am not an ordinary girl. I just have some extraordinary craziness. My Mom always scolds me for my craziness. But I as usual shrug off. I like to do pranks on my brother but he always escapes. Sometimes he doesn't. I like to have fun with him. He is wonderful little brother anyone could ask for. 

I love my little Kary boy - Kartik's Nickname by me

I love my little brother. 

My parents know that I work in a coffee shop or you can say own Cafe but they don't know that I am not working a full day. I work only till 2 in the afternoon. 

After that, I go to my secret place. That's the place where my day starts happily. I love that place very much. I will sing and write the lyrics of my songs there only. I just want to live there only but then I have to go to my home. 

I love my mom very much. She understands me very well. When I told her about my dream, she said that she is proud of me. but when it comes to my dad, I hesitate to tell him about my dream. It's not that I don't love him or he doesn't care about us, in fact, I love him the most. But I don't want to go against them. To pursue my dream I secretly sing songs which are written by me only. I upload it on the Internet. Many peoples love my songs. I get many cute, amazing messages from my fans. They want to know the real me but I don't want to be in limelight. I don't like all these celebrity lifestyles. I preferred a simple lifestyle.

I'm sure one day my dad will also appreciate me and will accept my profession. I'm eagerly waiting for that day.

I always wanted my dad to be my best friend with whom I can share everything. My dad loves me and my brother but he behaves like that he doesn't love us but I and my brother can see his love behind the strict father's mask.

Sometimes I miss my dad. I always wanted to try new things and wear different kinds of dresses. But then I think my way of dressing won't be approved by dad. He never objected me for anything and I won't even ask for anything. If I ask anything then it will be in front of me within minutes. Maybe I am rich fathers daughter but I was never a spoiled brat.

By asking his permission to wear different kinds of clothes, I may hurt my dad but I never wanted to hurt dad with my silly wishes. We live under one roof but there have been so many days that we didn't talk to each other freely. I'm hoping that one day dad will call me princess again. I love being dad's princess. 

Then reality hit me like a storm that I am still in my bathrobe.

I searched for the dress in my Closet and there I found it. It is a beautiful dress. A Royal blue salwar suit and I wore the dress. 



I dry my hair with a dryer. I want to wear jeans and shirts but I never wore those dresses and I am going to wear it in future with the permission of my parents. I think they don't like me wearing those dresses and I also never asked them about it.

I went down to eat breakfast. My mom, dad and brother were waiting for me. I wish a good morning to my parents and my brother. They replied with a smile. I ate my breakfast and bid bye to my family and went to my two-wheeler vehicle, this the first vehicle I bought from my salary, from my café.

I am waiting for my friend Divya, outside of her house. We are neighbours cum best friends more. She is my childhood buddy. She is my secret keeper. She is full of a drama queen but I am crazier than her. I am buzzing horn of my Scooter (Two-wheeler motorcycle), she is not coming outside at all. Always late monkey girl. She is a beautiful girl and a very strong person and I am not that strong. But when it comes to my family I won't spare anyone. I love my family very much mostly my brother. He supports me in everything but never dares to speak against dad. I love my dad but I cannot forget about my dream. 

2 years Back, I and Divya started our own café. We both belong to rich families but we don't want ourselves in the limelight so we both started this homey small café which we had to expand due to the popularity of it. Just 6 months back we expanded our café as well renovated it. We have added a small library section in our café. It was Divya's idea to add a library corner in café.



With the help of Divya, I started my own secret studio and she is the only person who knows about my craziness about singing and singing is the only thing which makes me calm. 

Singing always makes me forget about the world and Divya is not only a supporter but also my music player and she plays the violin very gracefully and I still remember the day where she first started playing the violin and that is none other than this studio. 

In the evening after 6, we both go to Karate classes to teach the students Karate. The Karate classes is on alternate days so we manage our café properly. In Karate classes the students are so amazing and fast learners. With those little guys in our karate classes, the sessions become amazing. The whole day of ours is going in working in café, then Music Studio then Karate classes. 

This girl always makes me mad because she takes so much time getting ready. I still remember the day where for the first time I saw her crying and I never have seen her crying so bitterly making my heartache for her. 

On that day I got to know that she lost her big brother who was so dear to her then I made sure that I'll not let her cry in the future. Whenever she cries, I look at her tears which hurts me the most. She is a pure soul Who terribly misses her elder brother. I hope she will find someone special who will never let her cry and even if she cries then he will be there to wipe her tears and hug her tightly. 

She is the only friend in my life after my school days because everyone is befriending me because I'm rich Father's daughter and I was never interested in fake friendship. 

Even Divya is also a rich father's daughter but she never showed off her being billionaires daughter and she is so down to earth. She loves to live a simple life like me. We never cared about the outer side of the world. We never had an interest in coming to the limelight.

We made friends in Café whom we appointed when we started this café. Those are the only guys who don't treat us being special. In café, we forget about being billionaires daughters and we work there like normal people even though we are the owners of the café.

Ah, this girl I am not going to leave her today. And here she comes.

"Sorry! Sorry! I woke up late. Sorry" Divya said While coming out of her home. 

With this, I started my Scooty towards café........................