It was the day after the date of engagement. Ashwin suggested that we must get my phone tapped.

As expected, Aanshi was too excited to have any patience and called me on the day after the engagement. Apparently she couldn't wait till the jewellery was received. When I asked her the proof that she possessed the emerald choker, she confessed how before 3 years, she directed her team to win the trust of the King and steal the choker once the work was officially over.

I told her that the choker was faked I so couldn't blackmail me. To which she replied that she herself got it tested and it wasn't fake. She boosted about how intelligent she was to come up with the plan to sell such jewellery at a large sum in the black market.

And that was it. That was what Ashwin wanted. We showed that recording to the police. An investigation team was hired and within a fortnight, Aanshi was behind the bars.

The Palace gave the statement that as an intern of Aanshi Singh, I didn't support the idea of stealing and I was instrumental in blowing her cover.

The newspapers covered the stories of my honesty and how that made the Prince fall in love with me.

It seemed like a fairy tale romance so everyone believed it. Except my parents.

Since I was still a kid for them, I was forbidden to eat junk food and play video games for a month. And that's when I felt like I was back to my home. My sweet home.

I wanted to gain more experience in my field so Ashwin referred me a talented Archeologist who agreed to hire me as his intern.

We decided to get married after a year so that I could finish my internship and he could get join of his family business. He promised me to make me an important part of Archeological department of his state.

One year was super romantic and blissful. Both from our career's and personal life's point of view. Never knew that late night phone calls, love letters and surprise visits to our respective cities could make life so exciting.

I was just nervous about one thing. Our wedding night....