Hidden Crown 👑 ( The Secret Of Rajkotia )

Hidden Crown 👑 ( The Secret Of Raj kotia ) ( part - 1 ) A small apartment in Mumbai . . . . . . . . . . She slowly opened her black berry eyes . feeling that soft morning lights peeking through her window blinds . She lay in the bed for a moment , quite morning stillness . Her bedroom was small , with a single bed, a dresser and a desk in the corner . The walls were painted a soothing light blue , and the floor was covered with a plush white carpet . After a few minutes of relaxation , she threw off her coveres and sat up , stretching her arms above her head. She yawnd , feeling the sleepiness slowly fade away . Her gaze fell upon her phone on the beside table . And she picked it up to check the time . .7 : 0 0 am . Still plenty of time before her 9 : 3 0 am marketing exam . She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up , feeling the soft carpet beneath her feet . She walked over her dresser and opened the top drawer . Pulling out a comfortable pair of pajama pants and a matching top . She changed quickly , then moved on the bathroom to start her morning routine . Arpitha a 20 years old college girl with beautiful slim and curvy figure . Her hair was rich as water fall . Her black hair fell in loose waves down her back . Her eyes were an deep shade of black that sparkle with warmth and kindness . She has an golden undertone a testament to her Indian heritage . She had a small nose pin with blue stone in her right nose . Back to story . As she brushed her teeth arpi gazzed at her reflection in the mirror . Her hair was a Tangled mess from sleeping . So she quickly ran a brush through it , smoothing out the knots . She splashed fresh water on her face . Feeling the coolness wake her up even more . She walked into her small kitchen . To start her break fast . She took the dosha batter she had mixed the night before from the fridge . Then , without wasting any time , she made chammanti and dosha and ate them . As the time pass she finished her break fast , Feeling a sense of monotony wash over her. She glanced out the window, watching as people rush to start their day. she felt like she was just going through the motions of life without any real purpose or direction. She washed her dishes, Arpi's mind began to wonder. she thought about her life and how it had turned out so far. She had grown up in a orphanage. been adopted by a kind couple who has passed away. and was now living alone in a small Apartment. she felt like she was just existing not really living. " why is my life like this ? " ( she wonderd ) " what did I do to deserve this kind of existence ? " Arpi's thought about all the what - ifs in her life. What if her biological parents had kept her ? . what if her adoptive parents were still alive ? . what If she had born into a wealthy family instead of an orphanage ? . She sighed, feeling a sense of sadness was over her . she didn't know the answers to any of those questions . and it botherred her . all she could do was keep moving forward and hope that something better has on the Horizon. She took a deep breath for a temporary relief and finish all her works quickly . and moved on to get ready for college . she choose a pair of dark wash jeans and A comfortable white T-shirt as she got dressed . She couldn't shake her thoughts comes to the mind about the life . She Grabbed her bag and headed out the door to catch the bus to college . she walked to the bus stop , enjoying the cool morning Breeze , the bus arrived on time , and she climb aboared . she Find a seat near the back . as the bus rumbled along , she pulled out her marketing textbook and began to review her not for the one last time . 🤍 🤍 🤍 🤍 🤍 🤍 🤍 🤍 🤍 🤍 🤍 🤍 Meanwhile in auction room in Mumbai . . . . . The Prince Abhay Raj Singh of the kingdom of Raj Kotia was attending an auction in mumbai . Browsing through rare and antique items . As he walked through the crowded room , his gaze landed on a old drunk with intricate carvings . the auctioneer said that , that trunk belonged to a deceased collector and that its contents were unknown. Intrigued , Prince abhay bid on the trunk and won it for a handsome sum . he had it delivered to his private residence in Mumbai and began to explore it's contents . Inside , he found a collection of old books , documents , and a leather - bound diary . The diary caught his attention . And he began to flip throw its yellowed pages , the handwriting was familiar , but he couldn't quite it place it . As he read on , he realised that the diary was belong to sister Nirmala , an orphanage mother . who was worked in Mumbai several years ago . who was visited rajkotia for too many times before her death . he continued reading .The entries were cryptic . but one passage in an particular page caught his eyes . " A baby girl , born to the royal family of raj kotia smuggled out of the palace and brought to our orphanage , A secret kept hidden , even from the king and the queen " to be continued . . . .