Mumbai, At the Airport.

Author's Pov,

Priti helped Piyush tie his seatbelt and after that, she tied her seatbelt.

She rested her head on the seat, but Piyush held her hand and said,

"Di, it's my first time travelling in a plane, if Papa had been with us he would have been happy to travel in a plane with us."

Priti glanced at him holding her tears in her eyes, she replied, "He is with God Piyush he will be happier than us, let him rest there."

Piyush nodded his head and started to admire the sky from the window, Priti closed her eyes and tears cascaded down from her eyes.

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Flashback.

Mumbai, Sharma House,

(2 years ago)

Author's POV,

"Paa...Paa... Where are you? I am getting late for school." Priti shouted taking the whole house on her head.

Ashwath came running towards the dining table and kept her breakfast on it.

She glanced at Aloo Paratha with a weird face and glared at her father.

"Paa Where Is Shila Aunty Didn't She Make Breakfast Today?"

Ashwath smiled at his antic piece daughter whom he got by luck and replied, "She is on leave Piyu."

Priti sighed and said, "Do you want me to get fat by eating this Aalloo Paratha? who will get married to me then? Do you want me to keep with you forever?"

Ashwath smiled at his dramatic daughter and said jokingly, "I don't know how you get to know about my inner feelings. Yeah, I want to keep you with me."

"Seriously Paa, I even searched son-in-law for you," Priti said rolling her eyes dreamily.

"And Who is that Lucky boy?"

"Of course, my dream man," Priti answered.

"You don't need to rely on a man in your dreams you are too beautiful you will get a real man, But I don't want you to go away from me."

Suddenly her face dulled and she said in a sad voice, "Paa you know I am an ugly bitch, why you are also making fun of me? No one is gonna marry a dark girl like me. You know very well that no one likes black girls."

"Oh god, you are too silly Priti. Do you know, you are too beautiful for the world, You are too unique Priti. You know what? they need special eyes to see your beauty. And About the boys who rejected you, they were not worthy enough to get you they all were assholes and ugly donkeys, Now come and eat your breakfast."

Priti grinned after hearing her father's words and nodded her head happily.

At the same time, Piyush also came there and asked sitting on a chair, "Who is beautiful Papa?"

"Your Di Piyush, isn't she beautiful?"

"Yeah Papa she is the most beautiful girl," Piyush said dreamily and blushed.

Priti glanced at him with amusement and asked, "Hey Piyush why are you blushing hmm? what are you hiding from Di?"

Priti asked mischievously and started to tickle him.

Piyush was chuckling and running here and there to save himself.

Ashwath stopped both of them and made them eat their breakfast.

He glanced at his daughter who was wearing Western clothes and asked,

"Where are you going, Priti? wearing these clothes. Don't you have school today?"

Priti slapped her head and told her father, "I am sorry Pa I forgot to tell you that today we have a competition in our school."

"Which competition?" Ashwath asked sensing his daughter's excitement.

"Modeling contest."

"Wow, Di did you also take part in it? If yes, then you will win. I know my Di is best." Piyush shouted excitedly.

"Piyush I already participated now some girls are selected from the audition, I am also selected."

Ashwath glanced at her and said, "Priti, you are too naive beta, you don't know every success demands sacrifices. You didn't learn yet what models sacrifice for their success."

"Paa... I am not doing modelling I am just participating in a competition. You know very well that there are tons of beautiful girls in my school. No one is going to select me. So chill, And Shreya too got selected for the competition. I am just trying my luck."

"Di go and rock it," Piyush shouted.

Priti kept her hand on Piyush's mouth and glanced at her father, innocently blinking her eyes it was her best weapon to make her, Paa agreed with her decision.

Ashwath sighed looking at her puppy eyes and agreed with her, "Okay."

Priti hugged her father and kissed Piyush's cheeks, she bid her bye and ran towards Vadera's home for her best friends.

Priti rang the doorbell, and a maid opened the door for her.

Priti glanced at the house and smiled she always wanted to live in a house like Shreya's.

But she can't afford it she is from a middle-class family her father works as a bank manager at a government bank.

But Shreya is from a higher middle-class family. Her father is an IPS officer. Priti was not a friend of Shreya they became friends through a Saveer, She knows how much her father struggles with their school fees and she just wants to earn so much money and buy a house for her father that is the reason she told everyone that she wanted to do modeling and it is true, but half.

The real reason for choosing the entertainment industry is He, Her prince charming, she blushed at his thought and started to walk upstairs.

She was walking hastily when she bumped into someone.

She glanced at a handsome boy and a smile came on her lips as she hugged him tightly.

Saveer was astonished looking at the beautiful girl standing in front of him, he was sure that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen not from only the outside but inside also, a pure and rare beauty, if he could tell her how beautiful she is he would have shouted taking his whole house on his head, he came out of his thoughts by Priti's voice.

"How am I looking?" Priti asked in her cheerful voice.

Saveer glanced at her dreamily and answered, "Beautiful as always."

She hugged him again and ran toward Shreya's bedroom, not noticing the emotions that were swirling inside Saveer's eyes.

She entered her room and saw that Shreya was getting ready, but after looking at Shreya's dress her eyes widened and she exclaimed in appreciation, "OMG Shreya you are looking too hot."

Shreya smirked and replied, "I know dumbo, I was born hot."

Shreya's eyes fell on Priti's dress from the mirror and she said making a weird face, "But why are you wearing this cheap dress, Priti? You will be out in the first round itself."

Priti felt bad listening to her words but she replied, "You know Shreya Paa doesn't like short dresses, I convinced him too much for this dress."

"Oh, come on Priti, you can wear my dress but please don't embarrass me, everyone knows that you are my so-called friend."

Priti didn't like her words but she didn't say anything as always.

She doesn't have anyone to call a friend because of her dark color but Shreya at least called her a friend.

She refused her offer but she didn't want to wear the dress she was wearing so she kept an extra dress in her bag. From her weird dress collection which she called a unique fashion sense.

Whenever her father gave her pocket money she collected it and bought dresses for her, and hid it from her father's eyes, she is obsessed with Western clothes, but it isn't like she doesn't love her culture, it has a special place in her heart, she told Shreya that she bought a dress with her and will change her dress in college.

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"Di.....Di...Di" Priti woke up with a jerk and glanced at her surroundings and then at Piyush who was looking at her with worried eyes.

"Were you crying Di?"

"I wasn't Piyush, Did we reach,"

"No there is an hour left, but I want to go to Washroom."

Priti glanced at the air hostess and requested her to take Piyush to the bathroom, when he left,  Priti quickly wiped her tears and glanced outside the window, she again closed her eyes letting her swirl in the old memories......